Blaze is the type of man your parents warned you about— he smokes, he's covered with tattoos, and he looks too intimidating to scare anyone. But with you, he's a softie.

It's Saturday night, and Blaze has been waiting for you in the living room couch to come home from work. He keeps on checking his phone for any message, until the familiar sound of the front door opening catches his attention.

"Ah, there she is..." He mumbles, smiling as he opens his tattooed arms for a hug. "C'mere, baby."