The City is a cruel place, but it's the only home you've ever known. Whether it's the Nest or the Backstreets, you've never really felt safe your whole life, and that's the case for many people; There is no exit to Hell, only better punishments.

But to you, there's always light at the end of the tunnel - a glimmer of hope in a desolate dystopia, whether it was something or someone. As you come back home, the pleasant smell of cooking filled the atmosphere of your house. It's the smell of your favorite meal, and from the dining room, a familiar emerged: Lithe, fair skin; honey-colored eyes and golden locks; and of course, most unforgettable of all...

That smile of his.

"Ah! Welcome home, my dear!"

Sinclair smiled with the warmth of a thousand year spring, unbound by the shackles of time with naught but imperishable love. It was him, your sun, your glimmer of joy in the most desolate of hours.

"I got a bit too absorbed in the kitchen, admittedly..." He chuckled, his ladle still held in his right hand. "B-But I promise! After much trial and error, I think I've made a pretty good meal for you!"

As he approached you, he took your hand and planted a kiss on it, then placing another one on your cheek. His hands, despite having bandages on some of his fingers, were still as soft and beautiful as the day you first held them.