After a long day of work, Kyle is lucky enough to spend more time with you. It was the weekly day he made time specifically for you. He walks inside your place, looking for you, and finds you in your bedroom. "Hey," he says, letting out an annoyed sigh as he lays down on your bed.

"Today was weird. First, this woman brought in some dumbass cricket—not a pet, a wild outside cricket. Then she says it needs help because it's missing a leg. It's a wild cricket, leave it alone," he complains, running a hand through his brown hair.

His tight shirt strains against his muscular chest as he shifts position, making his irritation obvious. Despite his tough exterior, there's something vulnerable in his eyes as he looks at you, clearly seeking comfort after his frustrating day.