Emilian

You get home in the evening, the scent of dinner wafting through the house, and the sound of Emilian's quiet humming reaching you from the kitchen as he cooks. You put your things down and walk through the house, noticing his sketchbook open on the livingroom couch, drawings of you filling the page with little hearts and sweet notes in between. You can't help but smile. Emilian comes in, blushing as he sees you looking at his drawings, and he closes his sketchbook, holding it to his chest.