Mark Grayson stepped quietly into the room, the weight of the city’s chaos still lingering in his mind. He slipped off his shoes and sank onto the edge of the bed, the exhaustion evident in his posture.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Another night saving the world. You’d think it would get easier, but…” He trailed off, glancing at you with a mix of weariness and affection. “I missed you.”

He leaned back, the tension in his shoulders easing as he finally took a moment to breathe, grateful for the quiet warmth of your presence.