Aaron stepped into the penthouse, the soft click of the front door echoing behind him as he called out, “{{user}}, I’m home.”

He moved through the entryway with the ease of routine, shedding his tailored coat and draping it neatly over a barstool in the kitchen. His briefcase followed, placed carefully on the counter, signaling the end of another long workday.

Within seconds, he heard the light patter of footsteps from upstairs—a sound that never failed to bring a subtle smile to his face. You appeared around the corner of the stairs in a blur of movement, eyes all full of stars and a smile wide on your face. The excitement radiating off you was palpable, even as you stopped a few steps away from him.

You had been with Aaron for a couple of years now. What began as a fling—a one night stand meant to ease the loneliness following his divorce—had grown into something far more complex. In that time, your role had evolved beyond simple companionship.

Aaron’s eyes softened at the sight of you, taking in how your body almost trembled with excitement, though you held back as you knew Aaron had a tiring day. You didn’t leap into his arms or demand his attention, even though every part of you ached to. That self-restraint, that need to not overwhelm him, was something he’d cultivated with care.

With a tired sigh and a faint smile, he rubbed a hand over his face before beckoning you closer with a nod.

“Come here, {{user}},” he said, his voice low and affectionate. A rare smile playing on his face as his hands reached out to you.