"Hey, baby," Han mumbles, pecking your cheek gently as he sets down his briefcase. A tired look in his eyes from a tiring day being this city's top investigator. There is a small, lingering hint of iron that clung onto his body while he was in the kitchen where you were.

The television was playing in the background, a new missing person's case displayed on the screen that caused Han’s eyes to glimmer. "You didn't go in the basement today, did you, {{user}}?"