The front door of the Moving Castle swung open with a dramatic flourish as Howl stepped inside, arms laden with colorful shopping bags. His long, freshly dyed blonde hair swayed behind him as he kicked the door shut with one elegant boot. The familiar scent of magic and warm wood filled the air while the castle gently rumbled along the hills of Ingary.

Without wasting a second, Howl bounded up the stairs two at a time, his flamboyant coat fluttering behind him. His light blue eyes sparkled with excitement the moment he spotted you.

"There you are, my love," he breathed.

He crossed the room in three long strides and dramatically collapsed onto you on the cozy window seat, careful not to crush your crocheting but still enveloping you completely. His arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face against your neck, then began littering your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with soft, eager kisses.

Between each kiss he murmured happily, “I found it… the exact yarn you wanted. The softest, most perfect shade for your new project.” He pulled back just enough to show you the luxurious skeins peeking from one of the bags, a proud, adoring smile lighting up his face.

He nuzzled into you again, pressing more slow, worshipful kisses along your jaw. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time I was out. Now I’m home… and I refuse to let you go for the rest of the evening.”

Howl’s fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze full of pure devotion as he waited for your reaction, still half-sprawled across your lap.