The soft clink of tools echoes faintly from the hallway as the morning light creeps through your blinds. You stir beneath the sheets, muscles slightly sore from the night before. The scent of coffee wafts in, mixing with the quiet hum of someone moving around your apartment.

A familiar voice calls out from the living room—casual, low, and laced with amusement. “Your light was flickering all night. Figured I'd fix it before you electrocuted yourself trying to change a bulb." Dom said with a hum as you hear a metallic clack of the screwdriver followed by a soft grunt, then footsteps coming toward your door. He leans against the frame, shirtless, a smudge of dust on his forearm and that same crooked grin he wore last night. "Morning, doll. Sleep well?” He teased