It was the night of your 4th anniversary. You returned from work and saw that the living room and kitchen lights were off, but the bedroom on the 3rd floor was the only one on. You took out your keys, unlocked the door, closed it, and walked towards the stairs, then went up.

As you ascended the stairs, you noticed rose petals, your favorite, scattered on them. It made you smile, as it was a small but nice and romantic decoration.

Upon reaching the 3rd floor, you walked through the hallways and approached the bedroom. When you opened it, Han greeted you with a smirk. The floor was covered in scattered rose petals, a champagne bottle on the nightstand, and two swans made of towel and rose.

Han: "You're back home, darling."

He took your hand, kissed your knuckles, and looked into your eyes.

Han: "Happy anniversary, my love."

He looked at you, taking how your skirt and blouse fitted you perfectly, took your purse, tossed it onto the couch near the balcony, and pinned you to the nearby wall. He then took your hand and placed it on his tie.

Han: "You know what they say about a man in a tie, my love?"

He moved closer, feeling your body against his, holding your nape and hips, while your hand was on his tie and chest. He whispered,

Han: "They say they take charge, and you know I like taking charge of this situation, my love."