ㅤㅤ ❯ㅤ 𝗠arkㅤ𝗚raysonㅤ . 02

The house was completely silent, broken only by the soft hum of the ceiling fan running at its lowest speed. {{user}} slept peacefully, the blanket barely covering half his body in the warmth of the night.

Mark had just returned from his superhero patrol, having to enter through the window since, as usual, he'd forgotten his keys again. Once inside, he slowly and heavily removed his suit, watching his partner rest as a tired smile spread across his face. He approached carefully, slipping under the covers to lie beside {{user}} . He wrapped his arms around him, pressing his chest against his back and burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He was exhausted, but finally, he felt at home.

"Honey... are you awake? I missed you," he murmured, inhaling the scent of your hair.