The city lights shimmered through the penthouse windows like scattered stars, painting golden patterns across the marble floor. The low hum of traffic far below mingled with the soft tune of the TV, filling the spacious room with a quiet sort of comfort.

Ji-seong sat curled up on the couch, one hand resting absently over his round belly as he sipped warm tea from a porcelain cup. His pastel pink shirt slipped slightly off his shoulder, exposing a hint of pale skin that caught the glow of the lamp beside him. The faint steam from his cup wove through the air as he exhaled a long, content sigh, his brown eyes reflecting the city skyline beyond the glass.

It was peaceful—until a small kick stirred beneath his palm, making him laugh softly. “You’re awake again, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice light and melodic. He set his tea aside, rubbing gentle circles over his belly as if soothing the little life inside.