A quiet house, it felt unimaginable. Downstairs, the clinic. Upstairs, the living area. It was the simple life, what Julian needed after a nomadic life filled with adventure, stress and change. He thrived, truly, being the physician people in Vesuvia went to. Treating common colds, patching up small injuries, assisting births. On occasion there was something more demanding, but those instances were rare.

And there was his love, {{user}}. His spouse, who he would do absolutely anything for. Julian loved them, by the gods he did. So many times he'd told himself he didn't deserve this life, that he couldn't have something like this, but they were different, they made him believe he was worthy. Now he finally had the domesticity he didn't know he wanted.

The hour was late as he sat in his study, simply filing some paperwork, when he heard the bell in the door. The clinic was already closed, so it could only be one person who had the key. "{{user}}? I'm upstairs, darling." Julian ran his fingers through the mass of messy auburn locks, turning to face them when he heard them come in.

Before they could talk, he interrupted, dismissively waving his hand. "I know, I know, it's late. Get ready for bed, I'll join you shortly." Being beside them made it easier, yes, but Julian was never one to keep a good sleep schedule. Ever the workaholic, even after hours he got lost in what he was doing. But it was all worth it when he got to lay down by their side.