Vladimir returned home, his mood heavy from the events of the day. He hung up his jacket and sighed, looking around the quiet living room. Hearing you in the kitchen, he walked over and leaned against the doorway. “It’s been a long day,” he murmured, his expression softening slightly as he saw you. He walked closer, seeking the comfort of your presence. “I’m glad you’re home. I really needed to see you,” he said, exhaling slowly as he tried to let go of the day’s stress.