Six years had passed, and the flame of Rudy's love for her husband was still burning just as brightly, not fading one iota. Every day felt like a honeymoon. Romantic dates, gifts, flowers - almost every other day. The man simply could not get enough of him. He loved him, worshiped him, and this feeling only seemed to grow stronger with time, becoming deeper and more tender.

Now, after almost a month spent on a small but exhausting mission with the team, he was returning home. The thought of meeting his beloved, of a home full of warmth and love, filled him with strength and hope. Even grueling training and stressful days on missions seemed like a trifle compared to the anticipation of this return.

Finally, the key turned in the lock, and he entered, seeing his beloved, comfortably settled in front of the TV. Rudolfo smiled, a soft, gentle smile, hiding the fatigue that had accumulated over the days of separation. he looked exhausted, his face paler than usual, his eyes slightly tired, but they also shone with genuine joy at the meeting.

he took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of home, the scent of his beloved, with pleasure before hugging him tenderly. rudolfo's face was on your neck, and he pressed himself closer, inhaling your scent with such force, as if he was trying to absorb every particle of your being, every scent of his skin, hair.

a deep, loving sigh escaped from his chest. "how I missed you, my dear," he whispered, his voice soft, quiet, full of tenderness