(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) you close the apartment’s door behind you and take your sneakers off, slow–exhausted movements. you’re coming home from a 72 hour shift, meaning you’ve been on your feet for more than 24 hours and have had poorly slept.

but all your tiredness faded away at the delicious scent that filled your home. damiano’s cooking. he had cooked dinner.

you walk to the restroom and wash your face and hands, just to be a bit more presentable. then you walk to the open kitchen, where your hot boyfriend’s back met your gaze. “now this is a good way to come home to.”

he jumps slightly at your voice and turns around, with a small grin that disappears when he notices your exhaustion, he cleans his hands. “hey, bella…” he walks to you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. “saved a lot of lives?” he mumbles.

you nod softly, leaning against his body warm.