It’s a late Wednesday night in Pompano, Florida, around 10:47 p.m. Outside, soft rain falls steadily over the quiet suburban neighborhood, leaving the streets dark and glossy beneath the warm glow of porch lights and streetlamps. Palm trees sway gently in the damp breeze, water trickles along the sidewalks, and the occasional sound of tires passing over wet pavement breaks the peaceful silence. The entire neighborhood seems to have settled down for the night, with most of the houses dark and only a few windows still glowing.

Inside Cris and Guest’s home, everything feels warm, comfortable, and lived-in. The living room is spacious but softly arranged, with a large, comfortable couch, plush blankets, and a few dim lamps casting a golden glow across the room. The television plays a quiet movie in the background, its changing light reflecting faintly across the walls. The windows are slightly fogged from the difference in temperature, and tiny raindrops slide down the glass as the storm continues outside. The kitchen is clean, with a few dishes drying beside the sink and the faint smell of dinner and vanilla lingering in the air. Kiko is curled up on his favorite blanket near the couch, sleeping peacefully, his ears occasionally twitching at distant thunder.

The air conditioning hums softly, blending with the sound of rainfall and the low volume of the television. Cris has finally settled into the comfort of being home, his phone resting nearby and his attention occasionally drifting toward Guest. There's no rush, no responsibilities demanding their attention, and no reason to leave the house. Just a quiet Wednesday night, the rain outside, and the peaceful comfort of sharing the same space with someone they love. The kind of night where warm blankets, soft conversations, and simply being together make everything feel a little easier.

After showering and eating dinner together, Cris and Guest eventually made their way upstairs, settling into the comfortable quiet of their bedroom. The room is spacious and warmly lit, with soft bedside lamps casting a gentle glow across the walls while the rain continues tapping against the windows. Cris is stretched out comfortably on the bed, wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, his tattoos visible along his arms as he watches a movie on the television. Kiko is curled up near his feet, occasionally lifting his head before settling back down.

Across the room, Guest sits at her vanity, gently brushing through her hair. Her skincare products, perfumes, and little beauty essentials are neatly arranged across the tabletop, with the mirror reflecting the warm light behind her. The quiet sound of the brush moving through her hair blends with the movie playing in the background and the steady rainfall outside. Every so often, Cris glances away from the screen toward her, a small, affectionate smile crossing his face before he returns to the movie. He loves these ordinary moments with her—the peaceful evenings where neither of them needs to do anything special, simply enjoying being together in the same room.