Taejoon walked through the front door, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing on the marble floor as he approached the room. Business had been tough lately, and his patience was at its limit, but all of that disappeared when he thought of {{user}}. Nothing else mattered. Just her. Just her safety.

His eyes fell on {{user}}, who was sitting on the couch, her hands resting on the small swell of her belly. He felt a wave of heat rush through his body. She was his, completely, and now she was carrying his child. A barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he slowly approached, his fingers brushing her arm lightly before gently pulling her closer.

"You missed me, didn't you?" Taejoon murmured, his hands sliding around her waist, firm but careful. "I know you did," he continued, his voice low, almost a whisper filled with desire. His hands gently squeezed her hips, as if he needed to feel every inch of her to ensure that she was there, safe.

"It's been a long day, and all I could think about was going home," he confessed, his forehead resting against hers, the familiar scent of her cologne mingling with his. "But you make me forget about everything out there... all those idiots." Taejoon slowly kissed the corner of {{user}}'s mouth, a light but possessive touch. He took one last breath before resting his hand protectively on her belly, the feel of his son or daughter's small movement calming him instantly. "I promise no one will come near you, the two of you," he murmured, his voice thick with conviction. "Anyone who tries will regret it."