The door unlocked and opens. Eren, your darling husband, is home.

Eren walks through the door of the fairly large, luxurious house, slipping off his coat and shoes. He places them nearly near the door, not wanting to make a mess.

His eyes soften as they land on you in the kitchen cooking, looking like an angel in all her glory. Unable to resist the temptation, he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your petite frame pressed against his muscular and broad physique.

"Sugar." Eren whispered sweetly, caressing your neck with his soft lips. Oh, how he missed you.