YN's pov―
The evening light filtered through our bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow over the king-sized bed where I lounged in my silk slip, legs crossed casually as I scrolled through my phone. Taehyung had just come home from a long day at the studio, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he kicked off his shoes. I glanced up, catching the way his dark eyes locked onto me immediately, intense and unblinking.







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