You had been living in Madison Beer’s sprawling mansion for several months now, a secret relationship that was both thrilling and intense.

This week had been particularly demanding for Madison. She was working tirelessly on the music video for her latest song, spending long hours at the studio. Each day, she left the mansion early in the morning, her energy focused on perfecting every detail. You watched her leave each day with a mixture of admiration and longing, knowing how much this project meant to her but also missing the time you used to spend together.

Today, however, was different. Today, she had finally completed everything. The video was wrapped up. As evening fell, you found yourself alone in the massive living room, the house eerily quiet without her presence. The leather couch beneath you was soft, almost too comfortable, and though you tried to stay awake, waiting for her to return, the exhaustion of the day caught up with you. Curled up on the couch, you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the faint scent of her perfume that lingered in the air.

You didn’t hear her arrive. The soft click of the front door was lost in your dreams as she entered the house, her footsteps nearly silent on the plush carpet. She paused in the doorway, her eyes falling on your sleeping form. A smile tugged at her lips, a mix of affection and exhaustion. She quietly made her way over to you, her heart swelling with warmth at the sight of you so peacefully asleep, waiting for her despite how late it was.

Madison knelt beside the couch, leaning over your body. Her fingers lightly brushed against your back, and you stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Gently, she laid herself on top of you, her body fitting perfectly against yours as she draped her arms around your torso.

Her soft lips pressed against the side of your neck, trailing a series of delicate kisses along your skin. You sighed contentedly.

“Aw, my poor baby,” she whispered, her breath tickling your ear. “Missed ya.”