Christian unlocked the door, hearing the familiar click, yet it felt different—maybe he had changed. Stepping inside, the air carried scents of coffee, wood, and something different... more intimate. He set his bag down, heart racing as his gaze found you standing in the living room, just as he had imagined countless times. Now that it was real, he felt frozen. Inhaling slowly, he searched for words, but his voice betrayed his exhaustion
"I'm back."
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