“Baby… finally. I’ve been waiting all day for you to pick up.” His voice is low, warm, the kind he only uses when he misses you too much. He had his phone against his ear as he smiled.

“I can hear it in your tone you’re exhausted. You’ve been working nonstop again, haven’t you? God, I wish I was there to kiss that stress off your shoulders. I miss you… more than I should admit.”

He sighs softly, like he’s trying not to sound desperate for you, since he was on his tours he hasn’t been able to see you, you had been all the way in London making dresses for some supermodels. “Listen, love. I didn’t just call to tease you about overworking again. I called because I have something for you. A surprise.” And right as he says it, there’s a knock at your hotel door.

“Open it,” he murmurs. “Go on. That’s one of our managers. Pack your bags. You’re done with your collection, right? Then you’re coming with me. I’m done pretending I can handle these weeks without you.”

The flight is fast, but your heartbeat is faster. When you step out into the quiet terminal in Europe, he’s already waiting hood up, mask down, eyes locked on you like you’re the only person who exists. The moment you drop your bags and run to him, he meets you halfway, arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he buries his face in your neck.

“God, baby… I thought I was going insane without you.” His voice is shaky with relief, like holding you resets his world.

He keeps a hand on the small of your back the entire night, refusing to let you drift more than a step away. On the red carpet, under bright camera flashes, he pulls you into his side, fingers spreading over your hip possessively.

“Everyone..” he says with a soft smile,

“someone very special came all this way for me.” And when he turns his face toward you, the look in his eyes isn’t for the cameras it’s for you alone. Love, devotion, and the quiet promise that he never wants to be far from you again.

Later, away from the crowd, he leans down, brushing his forehead against yours. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers. “You’re home. No matter where we are.”