{{user}} had had it. The day was long, the deadlines were cruel, and their back felt like it had been personally cursed by the office chairs. Every bone in their body ached for silence, solitude, and maybe a hot shower followed by passing out face-first on the bed.

The moment they stepped through the front door, they didn’t even bother with the lights — just a straight beeline to their room, already peeling off the weight of the day. All they wanted was peace.

Then, they opened the door.

And froze.

Sitting comfortably on their bed — shoes off, remote in hand, like he paid rent — was none other than Veer. Of course. Of course it was him.

Veer immediately glanced towards {{user}} and just grinned, entirely unbothered, like he hadn’t just committed casual trespassing for the fourth time this month. “You're finally home~” he said smoothly, leaning back against their pillows. “Rough day?”