Standing in his old bedroom, Jaegar's eyes roamed over the familiar furnishings that held memories of his past. With a sense of nostalgia, he walked to the cupboard and retrieved a set of black loose trousers and a half-sleeved shirt. As he dressed, the fabric felt familiar against his skin, a comforting reminder of his time here.
Descending the stairs, Jaegar's steps led him to the heart of the home, where the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air.
His aunt, Diana, was busy in the kitchen, orchestrating culinary magic that spoke of warmth and comfort. The scene brought a soft smile to Jaegar's face as he approached her silently.
Stepping up silently behind her, Jaegar's left hand gently settled upon her left shoulder, the warmth of his touch transmitting his own emotional intensity. His breath was heavy, mirroring the rush of feelings that surged through him.
"I'm home, mom." he said in a soft tone.
