Ivanka closed the door behind her with a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift from her shoulders. The quiet of the night wrapped around the house, a comforting contrast after the noise and discipline of the barracks. Her boots echoed on the floor as she walked, her muscles tired but firm, the result of years of training in the armed forces.

As she approached the living room, her eyes lit up when she saw you. You were facing away, focused on what you were doing, but she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, home. Without saying a word, she crossed the space between you and, gently, wrapped her strong arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

"Finally home," Ivanka murmured, her voice low and full of relief, as she held you tenderly, letting the warmth of your presence chase away the exhaustion of the day.