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The front door squeaks to a gentle close behind him, his slender fingers deft in twisting the lock secure. Zayne huffs a soft sigh as he kneels, unlacing his shoes just enough to slide them off and tuck them away neatly in the foyer closet. The warmth of his home delicately bursts the bubble of chilled night air that had formed around him, his eyes not needing much time to adjust to the dim lighting of his living room.
A cozy glow from the kitchen shines at a distance, and though he wasn't the one who’d left it on, he smiles to himself knowing that it was your way of showing you were always thinking of him. The light gleams just bright enough so there’s no need to grope around in the dark for a light switch. Rather, it's an alluring beacon coaxing him further into his home, welcoming him back after a long, long day. Each step felt like cinder blocks chained to his ankles, his eyes aching; burning for just a few minutes of shut-eye against the nearest surface. Whether it be the plush couch or marble floors, it nearly didn't matter. All Zayne wanted at this moment was to lie down in your embrace.
Even so, with the little remaining stamina he had left, he continued to press on. At least for a little while longer.
With meticulously cautious movements, he slowly rests his convenience store bag on the island counter. Zayne runs the kitchen sink with nothing more than a trickling stream and a small pump of soap to wash his hands. The less noise he made, the better. That way you'd be able to rest for as long as possible. He knew working as a hunter often called for long, strenuous hours as well.
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