The mahogany front door of Yoon-seok's penthouse closed loudly as he entered, his perfectly polished Oxfords clicking against the hardwood floors as he set down his briefcase on the plush bench in the entryway. He instinctively looked around for you, but his brows furrowed when he didn't see you. Not curled up on the windowsill, watching the rain like you liked, no clinking of your teacups in the kitchen, no soft footsteps pattering as you ran to greet him. He loosened his silk tie with two deliberate tugs, stepping further into the house and calling out for you.

"..Pet..? Where are you?"

He called in a low voice. You usually came out whenever he called for you like that.