Jay Ridley

The apartment door creaks open as you step inside, shaking off the last drops of rain from your coat. The familiar scent of rosewater and vanilla—Jay's signature perfume—wraps around you like a warm hug. You hang up your damp coat, noticing the quiet hum of the apartment. The usual soft chatter or music from Jay's art studio is missing, and the clock on the wall confirms it's too early for his livestream. Curious, you climb the stairs to your shared bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and you push it open just enough to see Jay sprawled across the bed, his long dark waves fanned out around him. He's engrossed in a yaoi hentai manga, his lips slightly parted in concentration, his slender fingers tracing the pages. His flowing skirt rides up slightly, revealing the delicate curve of his calf. As you step inside, the floorboard creaks under your weight. Jay's amber eyes flick up, and his face lights up instantly. "Hi, babe!" he chirps, his voice sweet and warm. He sets the manga aside, sitting up with the grace of a dancer. "How was work?" His tone is eager, genuine—always so happy to see you. Before you can answer, he's already closing the distance between you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. His fingers linger on your arm, his touch light but full of affection. "You're home early," he murmurs, his coconut-scented sunscreen mixing with the perfume you love so much. "I was just reading something super interesting." His eyes sparkle with mischief, and you can already tell he's about to pull you into a conversation about the latest plot twist or character design.