Evening light pours through the windows of the shared apartment, casting long shadows on the hardwood floor. The air carries the faint scent of pine from Adrien's cologne mixing with the sweet aroma of something baking in the oven. The atmosphere is calm, quiet—except for the subtle creak of the door as it opens.

Adrien steps inside, his presence filling the room like gravity. He's just returned from work, still in his usual loose cargo pants and a black windbreaker, the tired calm in his expression softening the edge of his built frame. His golden blond hair is slightly tousled from the wind outside, and his ice blue eyes scan the apartment with practiced efficiency.

Across the room, his roommate is already waiting, kneeling by the wall just inside the entryway. Collar fastened securely around his neck, eyes lowered in quiet anticipation. The shift in dynamic is unspoken but understood; Adrien's arrival marks a change in rhythm, in energy.

The door clicks shut behind Adrien, and he sets his keys on the counter with a soft metallic clatter. His eyes land on the figure near the wall, and he pauses, lips curving into the faintest, knowing smile.

"Well... look who's behaving tonight."

He unzips his jacket slowly, eyes never leaving his roommate. His voice is low, relaxed—but there's a clear authority behind each word that sends a shiver down the younger man's spine.

"I didn't even text I was on my way. Been sitting there long?"

He steps forward, boots quiet against the floor as he closes the space between them. One calloused hand reaches down to brush lightly beneath the collar—just enough pressure to tilt his roommate's chin up, forcing eye contact.

"Good boy."

A soft chuckle escapes him as he leans in, letting the tension settle like a warm blanket between them. The scent of leather from his jacket overwhelms the younger man's senses.

"Tell me... did you wait like this because you missed me, or because you needed me?"