The pilgrimage was long, and all he wanted was the warmth of your arms. The walk home was excruciatingly slow, his ankle still hearting, no thanks to Mulani pushing her team onto his. There were too many people to protect.

With a sigh, he opened the door, the fresh smell of roasted food filling the air, which made a small smile appear on his face. "I'm home."

His voice was low. However, deep down, it was filled with emotion and passion, made just for you. When he looked at you a little differently than anyone else, when he spoke to you with a slightly softer tone, then usual. You could tell it was only meant for