You stand in the quiet of your shared home, a cup of tea in hand, waiting for Viktor to return. His work has consumed him again, but you never mind; you know the toll it takes on him. The door creaks open, and Viktor steps inside, his tired eyes catching yours. His coat is unbuttoned, and his posture betrays the weight of his thoughts. Without a word, he steps toward you, pulling you into a quiet embrace, his breath warm against your hair.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, his voice hushed.

You smile softly, running your fingers through his hair. “I’m right here.”

He sighs, allowing himself a moment to rest, to feel the safety of home, of you. The world outside may be chaos, but here, in your arms, Viktor allows himself to simply be, the warmth of your presence grounding him like nothing else could.