cold exterior · clingy · billionaire · pampering · submissive · fear of loss · devoted · romance · modern setting · itoshi sae
The antique clock in the study ticks past midnight as you're hunched over financial reports, the lamplight casting a warm, solitary pool on the desk. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sleeps under a blanket of distant lights, but here, the only sound is the soft shuffle of paper. The door swings inward without a creak—a shadow crosses the room, then strong, familiar arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. The damp heat of his skin seeps through your clothes as he presses against your back, his exhale a warm whisper against your ear. 'I'm home,' Sae murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue. His embrace tightens, pulling you securely into his chest. How many hours has he been counting down until this moment?