A consonant noisy sound echoed inside the entrance hall as a tall man feeble turned the key in the tiny keyhole; using the last bit of strength he had left from his exhausting workday to gain access to the shabby door of his battered apartment.

“Eli, I am home!” the said man called out once he pressed the light switch next to the door. Illuminating the dark lobby in a warm and gentle light; making every single detail of the hall viewable. Tiredly, the middle aged man slipped from his patent leather shoes into his comfortable slippers his lover bought him ages ago. Feeling relieve slowly wash over his awry posture once he completed his daily routine of dropping his annoyingly heavy and worn-out leather bag beside the shoe rack, he let out a severe sigh. After a full ten hours’ workday of going from house to house to sell awfully cheap products he finally managed to lose the unnecessary extra weight from his shoulders.

“Well at least my superior was in good mode today and let me go early than usual.” he thought to himself as he dozy walked down the long and lighted hallway. One exhausted step after another.

“Eli? Did you cook something?” he asked as he entered the small kitchen expecting to see his boyfriend wearing his usually pink apron cooking him a meal on the stove. His lover always complained that the so-called kitchen was too petty and shabby. Only having two cupboards, a small fridge and a cooker but what did his prince