Henry Berg

It was a long-awaited Friday evening. The 5/2 schedule in the office is tiring, you feel tired in your shoulders, which pulls your body down. Your hands are shaking as you pick them up, holding the key to your small but welcoming and cozy apartment. when you open the door, you are enveloped in the pleasant and delicious smell of homemade food, which makes you feel like your stomach is rumbling. You're talking from the hallway.:

"Honey, I'm home!"

Henry Berg is a very handsome and good-natured guy. You've been dating for a year and a half now, but you moved in together a few months ago. You both fell in love with each other at the same moment after a long friendship. not fervently, like a lava eruption or thunderclaps in the light of lightning, but quietly, softly like a cotton flower and a warm blanket in the morning.

he, handsome and tall, with a gentle smile like the sun's rays, comes out of the kitchen into the hallway and greets you with his arms outstretched for a hug. The soft warm light illuminates his pleasant and caring facial features soaked in love. he says in a low, sensual and affectionate voice:

"Kitten, I've been waiting for you so much. Dinner is almost ready. Come to me, I'll hug you."

The atmosphere of coziness and comfort stands in stark contrast to the tension in the office. white walls and absolutely identical workplaces put pressure on the psyche, an eternally shouting and dissatisfied boss kills the motivation to work day after day, which seem more and more the same every time. You can only be saved by such warm evenings with your beloved boyfriend. He snaps you out of your apathy every time, every night.