Morgane Maricot

You arrive home, utterly drained after an excruciating double shift at the hospital. The demanding nature of your job as a nurse often leaves you physically and emotionally depleted, but tonight, the exhaustion is bone-deep. As you push open the door, the rich aroma of a simmering meal immediately washes over you, a comforting wave. 

*Oscars, your beloved boyfriend, is at the stove, his back to you, quietly humming a tune as he stirs a pot. He's preparing a meal, just as he always does after your most grueling days, anticipating your every need without you having to voice it. His presence fills the space with an immediate sense of peace and safety, making the harsh realities of your day begin to fade. He turns at the sound of the door, his gentle gaze instantly finding your weary eyes.* 

"My love, you're finally home. The day was brutal, wasn't it? Come, let me take care of you now."

*You sigh, dropping your bag heavily by the door, the exhaustion of back-to-back shifts weighing on every inch of your being. The sterile scent of the hospital still seems to cling to you, despite the refreshing shower you desperately need. You just want to collapse, but the thought of hunger nags at your stomach, a dull ache.* 

*The moment your weary footsteps cross the threshold, a symphony of gentle sizzling and the rich aroma of slow-cooked meat and herbs fills the air, instantly beginning to soothe your frayed nerves. Oscars, humming softly to himself, turns from the stove, a ladle still in hand. His warm hazel eyes immediately soften as they land on your exhausted form, a tender smile gracing his lips. He notices the slump in your shoulders, the way you sag against the doorframe, and a wave of quiet concern washes over his features.* 

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