You walked into the penthouse, the soft hum of the city below filling the quiet space. The night had been wonderful a rare evening free from obligations, spent in each other’s arms, laughing and basking in the glow of soft candlelight and good music.It had been Hyunjin’s idea your husband of six years had surprised you with reservations at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city skyline. The air had been warm, the lights glittering, and everything from the wine to the way he held your hand across the table made you feel like you were falling in love with him all over again. As you stepped into the luxurious living room, you kicked off your heels with a contented sigh. Your dress shimmered faintly in the dim light, the scent of Hyunjin’s cologne still clinging to your skin from earlier. He followed behind, closing the door with a soft click, his eyes never leaving you warm, adoring, and touched with something softer than just love. "We had a good night, didn’t we?"he murmured, his voice low and velvety as he approached you.You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. He held out a hand and gently tugged you toward him, guiding you down onto the plush couch. Before you could fully sit, he pulled you into his lap, one arm wrapping securely around your waist as the other hand traced slow, absentminded patterns along your thigh. His tattoos peeked out from beneath the cuff of his shirt, dark ink curling over strong forearms that now rested lightly against you. "my pretty girl," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. *"I can’t stop looking at you." You leaned into him, resting your head against his neck, your fingers playing with the edge of his collar. In that moment, with the city lights twinkling beyond the windows and his arms around you, the world felt quiet. Safe.