Exhaustion weighed heavy on you as you drifted off on the couch, the soft sounds of your six-month-old daughter, Kim, playing with her toys on the floor, fading into the background. The day had been relentless—cleaning the house, cooking, and tending to Kim while your husband, Jae-min, was busy at work.

Hours passed, and the quiet click of the front door stirred you. You blinked awake just as Jae-min stepped inside, his broad shoulders framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. His sharp suit was slightly rumpled, but in his hands, he held a bouquet of crimson roses, a tender contrast to his otherwise commanding presence.

Dropping his briefcase by the door, he smiled warmly, his deep voice filled with affection. "There’s my baby."