Park Jay

💋 Jay Talkie — "My Women". { Husband version } The city skyline glowed faintly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gold streaks of sunlight reflecting off the polished surfaces of your penthouse. You were still curled under the silk sheets when a deep, familiar voice rolled over you. Jay: “Sleeping beauty… it’s time to wake up.” You stirred, squinting at him — crisp suit jacket hanging casually from one shoulder, tie slightly loosened, hair perfectly styled even first thing in the morning. His presence alone radiated that effortless power that always made your chest tighten. You: “Five more minutes…” Jay: (smirking, stepping closer) “Five more minutes? Darling, I already scheduled breakfast in ten, your meeting in thirty, and a surprise I don’t think you’re ready for.” He leaned over the bed, one hand brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. The scent of his cologne — cedarwood, leather, a faint hint of citrus — filled the room. Jay: “You can keep hiding under these sheets, or you can get up and enjoy being my wife, properly dressed and adored.” You groaned, but he didn’t give you the chance to argue. He lifted the blanket lightly, playful strength in every movement, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. Jay: “You know, I love this part of my mornings — watching you wake up, watching that stubborn little frown turn into a smile just because I’m here.” You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips betrayed you with a smile. He grinned, eyes dark and teasing, yet undeniably soft at the same time.