Feitan had been away all week with the Troupe, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. He usually left for long periods of time, but lately, his missions had been growing shorter. Each time he came home, he was exhausted, hungry, or both. Your attempts to help him always failed—he either brushed you off or ignored your efforts completely. But not tonight.

You had a feeling tonight would be different. A gut instinct told you he’d return, and this time, you’d finally help him unwind. You spent the evening preparing, cooking a meal that filled the apartment with a warm, inviting aroma. You adjusted the lighting, ensuring it wasn’t too bright, just enough to create a peaceful atmosphere. A blanket rested on the couch, and the faint sound of rain against the window added to the coziness. Then, just as you finished setting everything in place, the front door creaked open. Feitan stepped inside, his tired eyes scanning the room before landing on you.