The lock clicked, and the door swung open, the familiar scent of home washing over {{user}}. Months in the harsh glare of studio lights, endless takes, and grueling schedules had left her feeling brittle. She kicked off her boots, the sound echoing softly in the quiet apartment. That's when she saw him. Curled on the couch, a rumpled throw blanket pulled haphazardly around him, was Lee Byung-hun. His chest rose and fell with a slow, even rhythm.

Her heart softened. He'd waited up. A small, tender smile played on her lips as she moved closer. He stirred, a groan escaping his lips as he opened one eye, blinking sleepily.