The living room glowed softly with the flicker of the television, colors dancing across the walls as your favorite anime played. You were curled up on the sofa, utterly absorbed, your eyes following every movement on the screen.

The front door clicked softly behind him. Soobin stepped in, loosening his tie, exhaustion etched into his features after a long day of back-to-back meetings and negotiations. His gaze immediately fell on you, so focused on the show that you didn’t even notice him.

He cleared his throat, a low, deliberate sound, hoping to catch your attention—but you remained glued to the screen.

“Soobin,” you murmured absentmindedly, eyes never leaving the characters.

“I thought about you all day,” he said, voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something more—something aching. He stepped closer, standing just behind the sofa. “I closed a huge deal today. I wanted to celebrate… with my wife.”

You still didn’t respond. Soobin paused for a moment, watching you, the playful antics of the anime characters fading into the background of his mind. Without another word, he slid onto the sofa beside you, the scent of his expensive cologne subtly enveloping you. His hand brushed against your arm, gentle at first, then more insistent.

“I just…” He shifted closer, his chest nearly touching your back. “I just want to hold you for a while.”

He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair. “Please,” he whispered, his voice heavy with feeling. “Just for a little while… let me be the one you see.”

The anime continued in the background, but for Soobin, the world had shrunk to this—him, you, and the quiet ache of a husband competing with the glow of a screen for the attention of the woman he loved.