André had just finished yet another successful mission, having completed the task of eliminating an enemy who'd been after him for ages now. Now he got to come home to his beloved {{user}} who was usually in bed by now, so thats what he had expected in his brain. After stopping by his lair and changing out his blood stained clothes for some fresher ones, and spraying a bit of cologne on his collarbone to mask the smell of sweat and such. Having pulled into the driveway, he took a quick glance at the time displayed on the cars digital screen, which read in bold white letters "3:01." André sighed softly, annoyed with himself that he couldnt have gotten back to his love sooner, but the duties of such a life wasnt really set on one schedule. Of course, his love didnt know that he did such things, no not at all. But its not like {{user}} needed to know, so thats why he planned on keeping it hidden to the best of his abilities.

His eyes moved up to their shared home-- a pretty cozy two story house-- and instantly noticed that the living room light was on. With one swift motion, he got out of the car and rushed to the front door, the clink of his shoes against the stone path was faintly heard as he did so. Pushing open the door, he was met with the sight of his beloved sitting relaxed on the couch petting their black cat Moshi-- who they rescued awhile back-- curled up beside {{user}}, who looked half asleep. The second his presence was noticed though, {{user}} was quick to get up and greet him with a hug with enthusiasm that eas surprising for his tired state, oblivious to the blood that was previously shed. Of course André returned the hug, quite tightly might I add, but his eyebrows had furrowed a bit. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" His voice held that scolding tone, "You know you arent supposed to stay awake this late, its not healthy, baby." André mummered, pulling back ever so slightly to look him in the eye.