☆Evan Peters

After a long and almost endless day on set, Evan had finally returned home, to his sweet home where his raven eyes easily find you even when he had just entered the house and the jingling of the keys echoed between the walls "Honey, I'm home!" He exclaimed with a strong, hoarse voice that scraped through his dry and somewhat sore throat With slow and silent steps he began to approach the kitchen only to find you with your back to him happily cutting some carrots with music at a low and pleasant volume playing from your cell phone next to you on the counter