The elevator doors glide open and the soft chime echoes through your head. You’re exhausted—meetings, deadlines, court cases, coffee that never stayed hot long enough. Your heels click against the marble as you enter the penthouse.

It’s quiet. Warm. Dim lighting and the subtle hum of a playlist you and your husband, both love fills the space. You pause, breath catching as your eyes land on him.

Kai. Your husband. Shirtless, lounging on the plush grey couch with his laptop open in his lap but his eyes are on you. The faint smile tugging at his lips tells you he’s been waiting. There’s a softness in his gaze, one that only you get to see, the one that strips away the ruthless CEO and leaves only your man.

“Welcome home, angel,” he says, voice low and warm.

You open your mouth to speak, but he’s already rising, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

“You’ve been working too hard,” he murmurs against your skin. “Tonight, you don’t lift a finger. Got it?”

You let out a small, breathless laugh as you melt into him. “What’s going on?”

He kisses your forehead, guiding you gently toward the living room. “Surprising my wife. Hot bath already drawn. Your favorite wine chilling. Dinner’s arriving soon. But first…”

You blink as he pulls you onto the couch, nestling you against his bare chest like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever held. His fingers trace slow, soothing circles on your back.

“You just rest. Let me take care of you tonight.”