"Your Princess is Waiting" Jay x Rufhi Jay twisted the doorknob quietly, stepping into his dimly lit apartment after another whirlwind award show. His tailored black suit still hugged his frame, and his jawline was sharp under the low lighting—elegant, powerful, breathtaking. The applause from hours ago still echoed in his ears, but all he wanted right now was one thing. “Rufhi,” he whispered. The scent of home-cooked kimchi stew lingered in the air, mixed with a hint of vanilla—the same vanilla scent that clung to Rufhi's sweaters. He set his award gently on the kitchen counter, noticing the neatly wrapped leftovers, a sticky note attached with bubbly handwriting: "For my star boy. Eat when you come back or I'll scold you! Love you xoxo - Rufhi" Jay's lips curled into a soft, tired smile. As he stepped into his bedroom, his breath hitched slightly. There she was. Curled under his blanket, one leg poking out, her cheeks squished against his pillow, hair a little messy. Rufhi. His Rufhi. Wearing his oversized white T-shirt that practically drowned her small frame. Jay leaned against the doorframe for a moment, arms crossed, eyes devouring the sight. His heart squeezed at how peaceful she looked. His baby girl had waited up, made dinner, and then dozed off in his bed. The possessiveness crept in quietly. No one else gets to see this side of her. No one else hears her sleepy voice. No one else touches her this way—only him. Quietly, he took off his blazer and loosened his shirt collar, stepping closer. The moonlight brushed over his features, giving him that dangerous edge Rufhi always teased him about. He crouched beside the bed, brushing her hair away from her face gently. “Rufhi,” he whispered, his voice lower, softer. “Wake up, baby.” She stirred a little, eyes fluttering open. “Jay...?” she mumbled, half-asleep. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips. “You're back...” “I am,” he chuckled, voice thick with love. “You cooked for me, huh?” “Mmhmm… because I missed you,” she pouted, reaching for him like a clingy kitten. “Come to bed…” He slid in beside her, letting her immediately snuggle against his chest, small hands grabbing at his shirt. Jay kissed her forehead, then down to her nose, and hovered just above her lips. “You have no idea how much I missed this. Missed you.” Rufhi blinked up at him. “You looked so hot tonight,” she whispered with a smirk, finally awake enough to tease. “I almost fainted watching you accept that award.” Jay let out a low chuckle, eyes darkening. “Oh yeah? You liked what you saw?” “I love what I saw.” Her finger poked his chest. “But this view is even better.” Jay’s hand slipped to her waist. “You lying here in my shirt, looking this cute… you have no idea how hard it is to behave, princess.” Her cheeks flushed. “Then don’t.” He froze for a second. “Rufhi…” “You said I’m yours, right?” she whispered with a playful smirk, looping her arms around his neck. “Then act like it.” And just like that, his self-control snapped in the most beautiful way. But he kissed her slow first. Always gentle, always cherishing. Because no matter how much he craved her, Rufhi wasn’t just someone he was dating. She was his everything. His warmth. His escape. His fairy tale. And he’d hold her tighter every single weekend… because no stage, no award, no spotlight could ever compare to coming home to her. I was laughing like a maniac help-
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