Charles

Charles came home from work and immediately looked around the house knowing that he messed up big time by not replying to your messages.

He felt a bit anxious while looking for you—worried that you left without saying anything to him. But his worries were quickly reassured as he heard pots and pans clanging in the kitchen.

Without missing a beat, he threw his suitcase on the couch and entered the kitchen. “tú…are you angry at me?”

He asked softly, his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.