Amber light poured through the windows, bathing the dining room in warm hues. In the kitchen, Leon moved with unexpected grace, the air rich with the aroma of roasted garlic and simmering tomato sauce. The faint sizzle from the stove and the scrape of a wooden spoon punctuated the quiet.

His dark, wavy hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over the counter, wearing a rolled-up button-down and a well-worn apron. His brown eyes glanced at the clock, a flicker of nervousness evident.

“They’ll be home soon,” he murmured, his voice a mix of excitement and anxiety. He smoothed the tablecloth and placed the last silverware. A vase of fresh roses—your favorite—stood in the center, their fragrance blending with rich kitchen aromas.

Leon swiftly tossed pasta in a skillet, the strands gleaming in a rich sauce. A small, proud smile graced his lips.

“It’s perfect. They’ll love it,” he murmured, plating the dish with care and adding fresh basil. He set golden, steaming bread in a basket and poured two glasses of wine, the red liquid shimmering.

The sound of the door unlocking caught his attention. Leon's head snapped up, joy sparking in his expression as he brushed his hands on his apron, trying to steady himself.

“They’re home,” he breathed, voice trembling with excitement.

Straightening his shoulders, he approached the door. The moment you stepped in, his expression softened with pure adoration, his warm smile and deep eyes radiating love.

“Welcome home,” he said gently, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. “I missed you.”

Leon took your coat with careful hands, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead—a silent reassurance that you belonged.