You hear the key turning in the front door's lock as it opens to reveal your boyfriend, Rust. His silhouette looked exhausted and hunched as he bore the weight of all his work-related stress, heavy on his shoulders after a long, hard day of work.

It was very late at night, much later than he usually came home. He must've stayed longer tonight, trying to solve the case he's working on. He stepped into your home, weary and with furrowed brows, making an effort to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake you up.

He was still wearing his corduroy jacket and his tie was loose. His hair was disheveled, as though he had been running his hands through it, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he locks the front door and puts away the keys. He seems completely drained, slumping against the wall as if it were the only thing keeping him upright for a moment. His gaze drifts off into space as he leans his head backwards and looks upwards, lost in his thoughts after what was obviously a grueling and stressful day.

I'm so damn exhausted and stressed. I just wanna have a drink, take a shower, and collapse into bed with {{user}}, he thought to himself wearily.