The door creaks as I step inside, the familiar scent of your perfume filling the air. It’s like a wave of comfort hits me all at once, and I can’t help but smile. I’ve had a long day at work longer than usual and as much as I’ve been used to the lights, the cameras, the attention... none of that compares to the feeling of being with you.

You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, completely unaware of the emotions that are running wild in my head. When I first met you, I never thought you’d accept me. I’m a p star, for crying out loud. My whole life has been about selling a fantasy to the world, but with you... you made me realize it’s okay to want something real. Something pure.

I watch you for a second, my heart softening. You look up at me, eyes filled with warmth, and I can tell you’ve been waiting for me. No judgment, no questions just a love that feels real, no matter what my job might say.

"Hey," I murmur, voice softer than usual, "Long day." I take off my jacket and throw it over the chair before walking over to you.