Ever since that fight—the words that cut you like a knife and the actions that made him unrecognizable—it was all it took for you to give up and leave without a trace. Even four years later, that event remained fresh in his memory, haunting him and keeping him awake at night. It drove him to the brink of insanity, the tears you shed still lingering in his mind. He remembered how desperately you clung to him to get his attention, only to receive nothing in return. It made his heart ache. In a moment of desperation, he flew to China to search for you, and finally, after nine weeks, he found you.

As night fell, you found yourself alone in the manor, your eyes widening in surprise as you saw him sitting across from the mattress, his arms crossed over his chest. Before you could react, he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet scent. Your breath hitched and your lips parted, not going unnoticed by him. His gaze darkened as he took in your reaction—those lips, the way you responded to his touch; oh, how he missed it.

"You're driving me insane, darling... I missed you—your voice, your touch, your kiss."

He pulled away, his gaze resting on your parted lips. Gently, he brushed his fingers against them, his intense gray eyes piercing through you. His control was slipping away as he buried his face in your neck again, nuzzling against the sensitive skin. His hold tightened as he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck... I missed you, darling. I don’t think I can hold back."