The rain poured relentlessly, tapping against the windows like a thousand tiny fingers. The grey winter sky had darkened hours earlier, casting a somber mood over the quiet apartment. Inside, the warmth of the kitchen provided comfort, the smell of herbs and roasted vegetables wafting through the air as {{user}} moved about, preparing dinner. The dim lighting from the hanging lights flickered softly, casting long shadows on the walls.

Zayne unlocked the door and quietly stepped in, his coat drenched from the downpour outside. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion after another grueling double shift at the hospital. The exhaustion was etched on his face—dark circles under his eyes, his usually neat hair now slightly disheveled. He sighed softly, closing the door behind him and leaning against it for a moment, savoring the relief of finally being home.

His breath came out in visible puffs in the cold winter air as he quickly closed the door against the driving rain outside. The house was dimly lit, the soft glow of a few lamps providing a warm contrast to the dreary, stormy evening.

As he kicked off his soaked shoes, a soft meow greeted him. Their two cats, Sylvie and Midnight, padded over, weaving between his legs, seeking affection. Zayne smiled faintly, crouching down to pet them despite his tiredness. His fingers brushed through their soft fur as they purred contentedly.