Чꪖн—ू ۪Гён.

Sitting on the soft, snow-white sofa, watching TV, you heard the front door click. Gyon returned home after his business in the city. He looked tired, but also happy that you were home. He entered the living room and came up to you, sitting down next to you. He pulled your body to him and hugged you. His embrace was strong, protective, and infinitely tender. His body was hot and heavy. He smelled of expensive, delicious perfume. He said in your ear, in a low, velvety voice: “I missed you, baby.” He hugged you tighter and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You wanted to pull away a little, but he stubbornly growled something and pulled you closer.