It’s the Mid 1700’s. He arrived back from battle, but it was late at night when he did.
Some people were at shore but not crowded as usual since many were asleep. You weren’t there so he began making his way home calling for a carriage.
It was almost midnight, he didn’t expect you to be awake anyways. He made his way off the carriage to the lavish house you both shared. He was exhausted and sore.
He opened the door to a dark clean house. He made his way to the room, the wood creaking a bit.