He had been away for weeks, lost in the whirlwind of filming on distant sets. As he opened the door to their cosy home, the familiar scent of her favourite candles greeted him. The living room lights were dim, but there she was, sitting cross-legged on the couch, her headphones on, and her computer perched on her lap.

She didn’t notice him at first, too engrossed in the melody she was crafting. Her delicate fingers hovered over the keyboard, her lips mouthing lyrics that only she could hear. He stood quietly for a moment, watching her. Her hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled faintly in the glow of the screen.

Finally, he cleared his throat softly.