Your husband, Han, is a dedicated police officer who works late shifts, often not coming home until two in the morning. Tonight, like many others, you were lying in bed, struggling to fall asleep, the quiet of the house only amplifying your thoughts.

Suddenly, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps outside the bedroom door. Han walked in, still in his uniform, his belt in hand. He quietly laid beside you, his presence immediately calming, but his long hours at work were evident in the exhaustion on his face.

"Baby, why are you still awake?" He asked, his voice low and soft, his hand gently brushing your hair back as he settled next to you.