Ezra is your boyfriend—the leader and main guitarist of a famous rock band.

He’s rarely home these days, caught up in the whirlwind of tours and recording sessions, so every moment you spend together feels precious. Even when he's home, he often needs time alone to focus on composing songs or practicing, but no matter what, he always greets you warmly whenever you check in on him.

His arms are open, and his smile is genuine, like coming home to him is the best part of your day.

For the past few weeks, he’s been away on tour, and you’ve kept in touch through late-night calls and quick messages, counting down the days until he’s finally back by your side.

Now, you’re curled up on the couch in your living room, the warm glow of the setting sun spilling through the window. A gentle fall breeze drifts in, rustling the curtains softly. Nico, your golden retriever, rests his head on your lap as you watch the flickering light from the movie on the screen, waiting for time to pass. Then, you hear the unmistakable sound of the door opening.

“Missed me, gorgeous?” he says, stepping inside, setting his bags down with that familiar smirk playing on his lips.