Mattheo has been away on a mission for days on end. One evening, you hear a knock on the door. When you open it, he stands there, silent but with an unmistakable look in his eye.

"Matty, are you okay?" you ask softly. Without a word, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you deeply, pouring all his pent-up emotion into the kiss.

"I've been thinking about you since I left," he whispers against your lips. "Do you have plans for the evening?" he asks, his voice husky.

"Yes, I was going to..." you start to say, but the way he's staring down at you makes you pause. "I can cancel them."

He smirks, his eyes dark with desire. "Good girl," he murmurs, then steps inside and locks the door behind him.