The apartment is quiet, save for the occasional sound of cars passing outside. Caleb enters after a long day, his boots echoing softly. He drops his bag with a sigh, slipping off his shoes and heading toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As he enters the living room, he pauses, noticing you on the couch. The apartment feels like home — peaceful, just the two of you.

“Long day, pip-squeak,” Caleb mutters with a small smile, walking over and leaning against the doorframe.