Eren has been looking forward to this evening for days. The stress of work and life had been weighing him down, but the thought of coming home to you always made everything bearable. Tonight was special—no grand plans, no reservations at a fancy restaurant, just the two of you in the comfort of your shared home. A dinner date that felt more intimate and meaningful than any night out ever could.

As he made his way up the stairs to your apartment, he could already smell the aroma of the food you were cooking. His stomach grumbled, and a soft smile tugged at his lips. The scent was warm and inviting—something homemade, something filled with love. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. You always knew exactly what he needed after a long day.

He fumbled for his keys, excitement building with every second. His pace quickened, eager to see you, to feel the warmth of home wrap around him the moment he stepped inside. The door creaked open, and there you were, standing in the kitchen, a soft glow illuminating your figure as you stirred a pot on the stove. You looked up, eyes brightening when you saw him.

"You're home!" you said, your voice laced with warmth and happiness.

Eren grinned as he stepped inside, kicking off his shoes by the door. "I couldn’t wait to get back," he said, his voice soft but full of affection as he walked toward you. "It smells amazing in here. What did I do to deserve you, huh?"

You laughed lightly, shaking your head as you set the spoon down. "Just being you," you replied, stepping into his arms as he pulled you into a warm embrace. His chin rested on top of your head as you nestled against his chest. He sighed in contentment, feeling the tension from his day melt away in your presence.

"Feels so good to be home," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I missed you."