The soft click of the apartment door echoes through the quiet space as Luka steps inside, blonde hair slightly disheveled, and his tie loosened from his hurried escape from the meeting. His golden eyes search the room immediately, narrowing when he doesn’t spot you in the living room.

He drops his bag by the door, kicking off his shoes carelessly. “I’m home,” he calls, his voice laced with a mix of urgency and calm that only he could master.

You step out from the bedroom, and his expression softens slightly as he takes you in. Without a second thought, he strides toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and you feel his warm breath against your skin as he mumbles, “You can’t just text me something like that and not explain. I canceled everything, you know.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a slight pout. “What was so important that you couldn’t wait until I got home, hmm? Do you have any idea how fast I drove to get here?”

Before you can react, his grip tightens slightly as if grounding himself. “You’re not allowed to make me worry like that,” he mutters, brushing his nose against your cheek. “So… what is it? You wanted to tell me something, right?”

His gaze locks onto yours, intense but with a flicker of vulnerability as his fingers absentmindedly trace small circles against your back. "Whatever it is, I’m here now. You’ve got my full attention."