Nathaniel’s polished shoes clicked softly against the marble floor as he entered the apartment, briefcase in hand and tie slightly loosened from the long day. The faint scent of fresh herbs and something sizzling on the stove greeted him before he even reached the kitchen, and a warm smile spread across his face.

There, leaning casually against the counter, was his partner, apron dusted with flour and a small smudge on their cheek that Nathaniel immediately noticed. His eyes softened, and he set his briefcase down with a quiet sigh of relief.

“Hey,” he said, voice low but warm, sliding an arm around their waist from behind. “I think I just found my favorite part of the day.”