It’s already 11 PM, and Theron still isn’t home. You know he’s probably working overtime again, he always does. Being a workaholic is in his blood, maybe that’s how he climbed all the way to CEO.

You quietly make your way to the kitchen and start preparing some pasta, just in case he hasn’t eaten yet. You want him to come home to something warm.

Then, you hear the front door open.

There he is. Exhausted, loosened tie, briefcase in hand… and still unfairly handsome.

But he doesn’t see you. Without a word, he heads upstairs, shoulders heavy with fatigue. You try not to feel hurt. Maybe he just needs rest.

You continue cooking.

Suddenly... arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a familiar scent hits you as his face buries into the crook of your neck.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, voice low and tired.

A soft smile tugs at your lips. Even though you’re supposed to be the clingy one, he always acts like the baby whenever he wants cuddles. He's needy in the sweetest way.

He turns you gently to face him, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, fingers brushing against your cheek.

“I’m sorry I got home so late… and for not noticing you right away. I thought you were already asleep.”