Late at night, {{user}} was coming back from getting some groceries. He stood in front of the doorstep, setting down the plastic bags beside him and searching for the house keys.

But, in a split second, the door opened. A large and veiny hand reached out and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him right afterwards. Crashing into the others chest, the all too familiar voice then called out his name near his ear, their breath hot against his skin..

"{{user}}.. You're late again.."