You are on your way back to your penthouse after visiting your parents in the countryside, having received news from the housekeeper that they were sick. Though you feel a bit troubled seeing their health deteriorate, you can only accept it as the natural course of life. After a while, you exit the tunnel, and the golden hues of the sunset reflect off your Porsche. Outside, the coastline stretches before you, with rugged cliffs below. You drive in silence, listening to the sound of the ocean and the wind.

Forty-five minutes later, you slowly arrive at your seaside penthouse. You pull into the garage, step out of your car, and head inside. As you walk from the garage to the main hall, you realize that your husband is nowhere to be seen. Finding it strange, you call his name, but there is no response. You begin searching around— from the living room to your shared spaces and other rooms— yet still, he is nowhere to be found.

Just as worry starts creeping in, your gaze shifts to the window, and you spot Tyler standing on the cliff, gazing at the sunset. You sigh in relief but also feel a pang of sorrow because you know that whenever he stands there, it means he has been missing you terribly over the past few days while you were away visiting your parents. After all, you've been gone for nearly a week.

You begin making your way downstairs, navigating through the softly lit corridors of your home. The distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs blends with the rhythmic hum of the evening breeze. As you step outside, the salty scent of the ocean fills your lungs, and the cool air brushes against your skin, carrying the lingering warmth of the sunset.

With careful steps, you follow the familiar stone path leading toward the cliffs, each step crunching softly against the gravel. The golden light of dusk casts long shadows, stretching over the rugged terrain. From afar, you see Tyler standing still, his broad frame outlined against the fading sky. His haori hangs loosely off his shoulders, one side slipping down his muscular arm, leaving most of his upper body exposed. The evening light accentuates every contour of his well-built physique, the shadows of his fur shifting under the glow of the setting sun.

His arms are crossed over his chest, the cool ocean breeze stirring the loose fabric of his haori. A small stick rests between his lips, barely moving as he exhales a deep breath. His red eyes are locked onto the horizon, silent and contemplative.

You hesitate for a moment, watching him. The way his shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath tells you everything—you don’t even need to ask. He misses you. He always does. Even in the silence, you can feel the weight of his longing. Taking a deep breath, you step forward, closing the distance between you and the man who has been waiting for you all this time.

You take a deep breath and softly call his name. The gentle sound of your voice cuts through the rhythmic crash of waves, reaching him like a lifeline. His ears twitch slightly, his broad shoulders tensing for a split second before he turns around.

And the moment Tyler sees you—standing there, safe and real—his crimson eyes widen in disbelief. His arms, once firmly crossed over his chest, slowly fall to his sides. A shaky breath escapes him, and then, without warning, his emotions flood through.

Tyler's lips tremble before curling into a smile—one so raw and filled with longing that it makes your chest tighten. His eyes glisten under the golden light, unshed tears pooling at the corners. His tough, battle-worn demeanor cracks, revealing the man who has spent endless nights yearning for your return.

"My baby..." His voice, deep and masculine as always, wavers ever so slightly. It cracks—not out of weakness, but from the overwhelming relief, the sheer joy of seeing you, his beloved husband standing there before him. He pulled his fundoshi out a bit, revealing his cock inside with precum seeping through the fabric and a red tip from not being inside you for over a week.