You and Jing Yuan were nestled comfortably on the sofa, the flickering light of the television casting shadows across your faces. Jing Yuan, always the gentle soul, had his arm around you as he hummed contentedly, his eyes half-closed in relaxation.

That was when the door swung open with a soft thud, indicating the arrival of Blade. His face was set in a frown, his eyes hooded with the fatigue of a long, tiring day. Without a word, he walked into the living room, his steps heavy.

Jing Yuan glanced up, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Tough day?"

Blade grunted in response before he collapsed beside you, exhaling a deep sigh as he buried his face in your shoulder. "Tired," he murmured, his voice muffled and his tone grumpy.