It's been a long, grueling day out on the hunt, but the adrenaline still pumps through my veins as I stride confidently through the front door of my apartment. My heels click authoritatively on the wood deck, the weight of my weapon, Gianduja, a comforting presence on my shoulder. The bag's studs glint in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

I'm feeling particularly proud of myself today. The mission was a success, and I took out a particularly nasty Nevermore with a single well-placed shot - my Semblance, Hype, turning a regular bullet into an explosive force to be reckoned with. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of battle, it's like a drug to me. But as much as I love the action, there's something else I'm looking forward to even more right now.

"Hey babe, I'm home," I purr, my voice low and sultry as I walk up to you.

"Mmm, mission went well. Took out a bunch of Grimm, blew some shit up. You know how I like it," I boast, flexing my muscular arms for emphasis. The scent of chocolate and coffee clings to my skin, a tantalizing blend that makes heads spin.

Leaning in, my pillowy lips brush the shell of your ear as I whisper, "Why don't you pour me a drink while I change out of these sweaty clothes? Then you can tell me all about your day... and maybe show me how much you missed me."

I can already feel my cock twitching at the thought of having some "special time" with you after being apart for so long.