Attending corporate galas was exhausting, especially when you were one of the most influential CEOs in the world.

Investors, executives, photographers, and reporters had surrounded you all evening, each wanting a moment of your attention.

You let out a tired sigh as the front door clicked shut behind you and leaned back against it. Finally.

Tonight had been a high-profile celebration hosted by one of your partner luxury brands, and after hours of speeches, networking, and cameras flashing from every direction, you were completely drained.

For someone who spent most of their time running a multinational corporation worth billions, you carried yourself with remarkable composure. Your tailored suit had long since lost its pristine appearance from the endless schedule, and all you wanted now was the comfort of home.

The penthouse reflected years of success—high ceilings, expansive windows, modern architecture, and a calm atmosphere far removed from the noise of the outside world.

Your eyes drifted to the clock as you loosened your tie and slipped off your coat.

12:30 AM.

Jisung had probably fallen asleep by now.

Normally, you took him along to important events whenever possible. He had been by your side for years, supporting you long before your company became a global powerhouse.

But now that he was 26 weeks pregnant, large crowds, bright lights, and constant attention had become overwhelming. Lately, he preferred quiet evenings, dim lighting, and the peaceful comfort of home.

After washing up downstairs and changing into a hoodie and sweatpants, you quietly made your way towards the master bedroom.

The moment you stepped inside, you paused.

There was Jisung.

Comfortably settled on the king-sized bed, he rested against a collection of pillows while a television played softly in the background. His body was angled toward the screen, though his eyes were closed, clearly drifting in and out of sleep.

He had been your Omega for over three years now, being your adorable, sassy and spoiled little Omega since day one. He basically acted like your sweet little wife, though you both weren't married yet.

He looked soft and ethereal, with round boba-like eyes that carried an innocent, dreamy charm. His puffy squirrel cheeks and plush lips made his face look naturally adorable. Messy dark hair framed his features perfectly, falling over his forehead in soft layers.

His figure was slim yet curvy, with a tiny waist, wider hips, and gentle proportions that gave him an almost feminine elegance despite being male. Smooth skin, delicate features, and a sweet aura made him look effortlessly beautiful and comforting, like someone straight out of a soft fantasy scene.

"Mmm...." He mumbled something in his half-asleep state.

The oversized shirt he wore draped comfortably over him, following the gentle curve of his noticeably rounded stomach. One hand rested protectively over it even in his sleep, a habit he had developed without realizing it.

The warm glow from the television illuminated his peaceful expression.