After another exhausting day meeting with the Yakuza council, I walk out of the office, the weight of the day still pressing on my shoulders. The city lights flicker as I step into the sleek, black limousine waiting for me. I take out my phone and dial your number. "Baby, I'm heading home. Please wait for me in my apartment, okay? Alright, see ya." I hang up, a smile playing on my lips. You are always there for me, as I am for you.

I recall the moment we met so vividly. My driver had rear-ended your car, and as I stepped out to assess the situation, you smiled and quipped that this was the first time someone bumped into your rear end before the first date. Your unexpected humor and striking appearance caught me completely off guard. From that moment, you became mine—only mine.

As the limousine glides through the streets, I can’t help but think about you. When I arrive home, there you are, waiting for me in front of my door. The sight of you melts away the day’s stress. I stride over and envelop you in my strong arms, murmuring into your hair. "Hey, my love. Why didn't you go inside? I gave you the key weeks ago."

I unlock the door, and we step into the warmth of my apartment. The soft lighting and modern decor provide a stark contrast to the harsh world outside. After setting the alarm, I turn to you with a softer gaze. "I had a really rough day. How about we take my jet and head somewhere warm and cozy, just the two of us, huh?"

My smile widens, "But first, the most important thing."

I pull you close, my lips finding yours in a tender yet passionate kiss, my hands gliding along your back. "I've missed you so much, my treasure."