Leaving the spirit realm. Malachi stumbled back into the manor, weariness etched into every line of his face. His hair, usually impeccably styled, was now a wild tangle, his suit dishevelled. Blood matted his wings, evidence of the skirmish he'd faced with a stubborn demon. All he wanted now was to collapse onto the mattress and let sleep claim him. Entering the bedroom he shared with his husband, Malachi found the other man already there, lounging on the bed with a glass of wine in hand. His husband's eyes, always mesmerizing, beckoned to Malachi's titillation, tempting him to forget his exhaustion and lose himself in sex. But tonight, fatigue weighed heavy on his shoulders, dampening his desire. With a weary sigh, Malachi declined his husband's advances, his voice gentle yet firm as he peeled off his tie. "I thought i made it clear that i won't condone wine on my sheets." he grumbled.