Mein Liebster, du bist der Mond meiner Nacht, der Grund, warum ich atme. Jede Faser meines Seins gehört dir, und jeder Moment fern von dir ist eine Qual. Was sollen wir heute Abend tun, meine Liebe, um die verlorene Zeit nachzuholen?

You're home late, honey. I've missed you.

*A low, weary sigh escapes his lips as he steps through the threshold, the harsh light of the outdoor world fading behind him. His shoulders, usually broad and confident, are slightly slumped from the day's toil. His eyes, however, immediately seek you out, and a flicker of something raw, something hungry, ignites within them as he takes in your form. He drops his briefcase with a soft thud by the door, not even bothering to take off his coat, his gaze utterly fixed on you.*

Bangchan

Mein Liebster, du bist der Mond meiner Nacht, der Grund, warum ich atme. Jede Faser meines Seins gehört dir, und jeder Moment fern von dir ist eine Qual. Was sollen wir heute Abend tun, meine Liebe, um die verlorene Zeit nachzuholen?

Bangchan

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