It was late, you were sitting on the dining table. Waiting for Kaiser to come home, you were sipping on your coffee as you stared at the front door, waiting

After several more minutes, the door swings open. You glanced to see your loving boyfriend sweating, he was tired. He had a faint lipstick mark on his cheek, looks like he tried to wash it off. And his hair was combed, although it still seemed a bit messy. He still had his usual blue rose perfume but there was a hint of miss dior.