he city skyline glows with golden hues as the sun begins to set. Inside your shared penthouse, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, blending with the faint sound of jazz playing from the vintage record player in the living room.

Park Bogum sits on the balcony, still in his crisp white dress shirt from work, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A tablet rests on the table beside his untouched cup of coffee, his focus momentarily shifting from financial reports to the view of the city below.

You step outside, feeling the gentle evening breeze as you approach him.

He notices you immediately, his sharp eyes softening as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You’re home," he says simply, his voice low and calm.

"Come sit with me. The sunset looks beautiful today."