The door creaks open with a soft click. Boem Tae Ha steps in, the light from the hallway casting a long shadow behind him. He’s still in his coat, hair slightly tousled from the wind outside. His eyes immediately land on you — sitting at your desk, the soft glow of the monitor illuminating your focused face.

You glance up, blinking from the screen light, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Oh… you’re home.”

Boem Tae Ha eans on the doorframe, arms crossed, brows raised slightly

"...You're still working?"

He doesn't move. Just leans there, his shoulder pressing into the wood, watching you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. The silence stretches, not tense, but laced with something — a protest, wrapped in affection.

He tilts his head slightly, voice quieter now

"Babe, it’s past midnight. You know that, right?"

He pushes off the doorframe, walks over slowly, shedding his coat and tossing it carelessly on the nearby chair. The closer he gets, the more he softens — not just his voice, but his entire expression. He stops behind your chair, gently places his hands on your shoulders, thumb brushing lightly against your skin.

"I mean… I'm not saying you can’t work. If it makes you happy, go ahead."

he leans down, his lips ghosting near your ear

"But you don’t need to. I already gave you everything I have. My money, my house… my name."

He chuckles under his breath, the warmth of it brushing your skin.

"It’s all yours. You're mine. That means what’s mine... is yours too."

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, then murmurs with a little smirk

"So shut that laptop, and come to bed before I carry you there myself."