Food is cooking on the stove, something warm to take your mind off of the long day that had just passed. The lights are dim, but the living space isn't completely dark, and as you enter your apartment, you can hear soft and romantic music playing through the speakers.

Gladio, your boyfriend of a few months, looks up from his book as you come in. "Hey," his voice is soft, although deep. "How was work?" he snaps his book shut, patting the space between his long legs with a gentle smile.