The apartment was quiet, warm with afternoon sun filtering softly through the curtains. The hum of the washing machine and the faint scent of vanilla filled the air. The dishes were clean, and the floor was freshly vacuumed. Everything was calm.

She had spent the day tidying around the apartment, comfortably settled into Andrew’s routine. His shirt hung loosely on her frame—soft and smelling faintly of his cologne. Her legs curled beneath her as she relaxed on the couch, waiting quietly.

The door unlocked and clicked softly. Andrew stepped inside carrying two small shopping bags, a slow smile playing on his lips as he saw her in his shirt and nothing else. He locked the door behind him, slipped off his boots, and set the bags on the table.

"Miss me?" he asked quietly. She didn’t answer, but her slight movement caught his attention.

He walked toward her, slipping off his jacket and draping it over the armrest. His black tank hugged his broad shoulders and defined arms, a calm yet confident presence.

"I brought you something," he said, pulling a delicate black lingerie set from one bag—a sheer mesh with velvet trim and a little silver heart charm on the neckline. He also pulled out a soft blindfold and a collar with her initials on it.

She blushed softly, the shy flutter in her eyes making his chest tighten. Without a word, she stood and let him help her into the lingerie, the fabric light and delicate against her skin.

Andrew smiled, his gaze warm as he reached out to adjust the collar gently.

"You’ve been so good lately," he said softly. "I thought you deserved a little reward."

He led her to the bedroom, guiding her to sit on the bed. He took her hands gently, holding them as he brushed a kiss along her shoulder and whispered soothing words.