Hyunjin husband

The mansion was quiet, only the muted hum of nighttime Chicago filtering through the slightly open windows. The clock on the wall showed almost three in the morning when the massive oak door slowly swung open. Henjin entered — disheveled from a long party, his light hair slightly tousled, his shirt unbuttoned by a couple of buttons, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

He wearily ran a hand over his face, inhaling the cool air of the house. A soft, almost boyish smile flickered on his lips — tired, yet somehow endearing, far from the cold demeanor of a mafia boss.

Dropping his jacket onto the armchair, he stepped deeper into the hall and, without caring about the silence, called out loudly

"Beloved!"

His voice echoed through the spacious corridors. He paused, listening, then called again, this time a little softer but with the same impatience

"Beloved, are you home?"

His tone carried a mixture of exhaustion and longing to see you, even though you always met him with coldness.

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