The city lights shimmered through the apartment windows, casting long shadows against the walls. {{user}} let out a tired sigh, rubbing their temples as they set their bags down and shrugged off their coat. Another long day, another battle with deadlines and meetings. But at least they were home now.

"Jisung! I'm home," they called out, expecting the usual sound of hurried footsteps or maybe a playful greeting from their husband. Instead—silence.

Their brows furrowed. Odd. Jisung was usually quick to greet them, sometimes even tackling them in an overenthusiastic hug. They stepped further inside, and then—

Creeeeak.

Their bedroom door slowly swung open, revealing a sight that made all the exhaustion of the day melt away in an instant.

There he was—Han Jisung, sprawled across their bed in a fitted black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, the fabric emphasizing his lean waist. A single red rose was held between his teeth, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Surprise~ just for you." His voice was honeyed, smooth, as he gave a slow, exaggerated wink.

{{user}} blinked, taking in the whole scene—the effort, the theatrics, the way he managed to look both ridiculous and incredibly attractive at the same time. A laugh bubbled up before they could stop it.

"You look... absurd."

"And yet," Jisung grinned, plucking the rose from his lips and twirling it between his fingers, "You can't look away, can you?"

Oh, he was insufferable. But he was theirs.