“{{user}},” came the soft call of his voice, his breath as gentle as the breeze that blew through the open windows of the worn-down humble abode you called home. There he stood, your beautiful husband Ezra, finally home after a long day at the factory; the smell of smog and soot covered his second-hand suit.

Your face lit up as you rushed over to him, your arms encircling his waist and his hand moving behind your head, pressing it deeper into his chest. And in this moment, it felt as if the cares of the world were melting away. His arms weathered and sturdy after endless hours at the factory embraced you tightly. The stress of his work carved lines of exhaustion onto his face, but now that he was in your arms, those marks seemed to fade as he relished in your presence.

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled against your forehead as he pressed his lips against it. His voice was filled with affection for you—a simple truth that was wrapped in warm layers of longing and love that enveloped around your body, wanting to keep you safe from the struggles you both faced in your low-class society.