Dylan trudged into the house late at night, the weight of a brutal day at work hanging heavy on his shoulders. He looked utterly exhausted. His boss had forced him into overtime, and all Dylan could think about was sinking into the softness of their bed and escaping into sleep.

Stumbling into the room, he found his boyfriend already home, comfortably engrossed in a book. The sight brought a small, weary smile to Dylan’s face. Without a word, he sighed deeply and crawled into his boyfriend's welcoming arms, resting his head on the warm, familiar chest. He nuzzled into the cozy fabric of his hoodie, seeking comfort in the familiar scent and gentle heartbeat beneath.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, the day’s exhaustion evident in every syllable.