You stepped out of the elevator and into your sleek penthouse, the city’s golden evening light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air inside was cool, the faint hum of the city below a distant murmur. You’d spent the day out shopping with friends—trying to shake off the loneliness gnawing at you while Kenji was tied up in back-to-back meetings that stretched on for days.

Your arms were heavy with bags, but as you set them down by the door, your breath caught. There he was—Kenji—standing tall and calm in front of the huge windows, his silhouette framed perfectly by the dazzling skyline behind him.

He hadn’t turned around yet, but the way he stood there, waiting, made your heart skip.

“Kenji,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

He slowly turned, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “Miss me?”

You dropped your bags with a sigh and crossed the room quickly. “More than I thought I would.”

Without hesitation, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned into him, your cheek resting against his chest as you took in the steady beat of his heart.