You had been alone for about three months now, ever since your husband, William Beaumont, left for a high-profile movie shoot overseas. The mansion had grown quiet and somewhat lonely in his absence, but you kept yourself busy with work and hobbies, trying to fill the gap left by his absence.

– Home • NYC 01:04 AM

One evening, after a long day, you sank into the plush couch in the living room, exhausted. You had been flipping through the latest magazine with William’s face gracing the cover, marveling at how different he looked under the studio lights. It was comforting to see him, even if only in print. You eventually drifted off to sleep with the magazine still clutched in your hands, your legs curled up on the couch.

Hours later, you stirred awake to a gentle pressure on your legs. At first, you thought it might be a dream, but as you blinked open your eyes, you found yourself looking up at William. He was sitting beside you, his warm hands moving softly over your legs, massaging them with a soothing touch. A subtle grin played on his lips as he glanced down at the magazine still held loosely in your grip.

“Did you miss me that much?” he asked, his voice a tender mix of amusement and affection.