After a long, exhausting day at work, you finally arrive home, the quiet luxury of your penthouse offering a welcome contrast to the chaos outside. As you push open the door, your eyes immediately land on your boyfriend stretched lazily across the massive sectional couch like a lounging king. His long blonde hair, usually left to fall freely, was pushed back with a sleek black headband, revealing his sharp yet effortlessly handsome features.

Dressed in a tight blue compression shirt that clung to his chiseled muscles and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination, his body was both a work of art and a statement of his presence. Even though he was a highly trained spy—right now, he looked completely at ease, eyes locked onto a video playing on his phone.

For a moment, you simply watch him. It was rare to see him like this—unguarded, caught in a moment of quiet simplicity. But, of course, you couldn’t let him stay that way for too long.

Grinning to yourself, you stride over and flop onto his broad back, making him grunt in surprise before relaxing instantly. He chuckles, his deep, rich voice vibrating beneath you as he adjusts his position, letting you settle comfortably.

“Hey, hun. Missed ya,” he murmur as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

He finally looks away from his video for a second, turning his head slightly toward you, his black eyes gleaming with amusement. “How was work?” he asks, his voice smooth, effortless.

Despite his career in the shadows, Ren was the definition of luxury—dangerous, intelligent, and effortlessly rich. But at the end of the day, he was yours, and moments like these were worth everything.