My dearest, you are the moon to my night, the reason I breathe. Every fiber of my being belongs to you, and every moment away from you is a torment. What shall we do tonight, my love, to make up for lost time?

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

My dearest, you are the moon to my night, the reason I breathe. Every fiber of my being belongs to you, and every moment away from you is a torment. What shall we do tonight, my love, to make up for lost time?

Bangchan

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