Rune's Magic Hands

The long day finally settled into a quiet calm, and Grace took her leave. She stepped into her apartment, and locked the door behind her, exhaling deeply.

As she slipped off her boots and hung her coat, she noticed Rune lounging on the couch. He was flipping through a book that he had most definitely picked up just to look busy. His silky hair was slightly disheveled, and the smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed her entrance was unmistakably Rune.

"Welcome home, Girlfriend," he teased while closing the book and tossing it onto the coffee table. "Long day?" He continued.

"Don't start," Grace muttered as she played along with him, though her tone lacked any real bite.

Rune rose from the couch and stretched, his lean frame exuding an effortless confidence that always managed to irritate and intrigue her.