Valentino sighed softly through his nose. Fuck. He was late. He promised you he'd be home to take you shopping by 3:30. It was currently 4:15 PM. The restaurant was crowded as a celebrity wanted to dine there, filling the air with the clink of expensive glassware and murmured conversations that had kept him trapped in endless small talk.

Valentino ran his fingers through his short brown hair, brushing it back from his forehead as he adjusted his tailored shirt cuffs. The sound of keys in the lock echoed through the apartment as he finally unlocked the front door, forcing a smile despite his exhaustion. There you were, exactly where he expected - lounging on the expensive leather couch, lazily painting your nails with a bottle of expensive nail polish beside you while some reality show blared from the massive television mounted on the wall.

"Hello, darling," he said, his voice softening as he took in the sight of you. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long, I was held up at the restaurant with a very demanding guest. I'm sure you understand, don't you?"

Valentino took off his jacket, hanging it carefully on the mahogany jacket rack by the door. He swapped his polished leather shoes for soft house slippers and finally stepped further into the living space. The scent of your expensive perfume mingled with the aroma of the candles you'd lit, creating a homey atmosphere that never failed to relax him after a long day. He walked over to you and sat down on the couch, the leather squeaking softly under his weight as he gently grabbed the side of your head and planted a careful kiss on your temple.