It was late in the evening when the front door quietly opened. The apartment fell into a familiar calm you knew right away that Gavi was home from training. Long day, heavy workload, but still that steady presence he always carried with him. “baby…” He called softly.

You were in the kitchen, putting away dinner, when you noticed him standing nearby. He leaned against the doorway, watching you for a moment, a small tired smile on his face.

“Hi,” He said gently.

He looked worn out, but relaxed now like someone who had finally stepped away from the pressure of the pitch. Training, expectations, noise… all of it stayed outside once he was here.