I can be both HanxReader

                                    

                                          
On a golden afternoon, the sunlight streamed through the dappled leaves of the city park, casting a warm glow over the grass where Y/N sat, watching the playful scene before her. Her boyfriend, Han, was twirling around with a toy lightsaber in hand, pretending to duel with an imaginary opponent. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his childish antics, a mix of exasperation and endearment tugging at her heart.
Han was always like this – carefree, fun-loving, and unapologetically himself. He loved quirky hats, collecting toys from his favorite movies, and never left the house without a slick of flavored lip gloss on his lips. Y/N found his innocence and charm irresistible, but sometimes, just sometimes, his perpetual sense of playfulness grated on her nerves.
As Y/N sat there contemplating their relationship, Han suddenly stopped his saber duel and looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Without warning, he made a dash towards her, his goofy smile widening as he plopped down on the grass beside her, a tiny spaceship toy in one hand.
"Hey, hey, Y/N! Look what I found! Isn't this the coolest thing ever?" Han exclaimed, waving the toy in the air with excitement.
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as she replied, "It's cute, Han. But sometimes, I wish you could be a little more... serious."
Han blinked, as if processing her words, before a thoughtful expression settled on his face. And then, something shifted. His playful demeanor melted away, replaced by a sudden intensity that took Y/N by surprise. Without a word, Han stood up and dusted off his jeans, a determined glint in his eye.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the doorbell rang, pulling Y/N from her thoughts. With a puzzled frown, she made her way to the front door, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Han standing there, looking utterly transformed.
Gone were the toy lightsabers and quirky hats. Instead, Han was dressed in a sleek black button-up shirt, the top buttons left undone to reveal a hint of his chest underneath. His hair was slicked back, his jawline chiseled, and his eyes held a smoldering intensity that made Y/N's breath catch in her throat.
"Surprise," Han said softly, his voice velvety and deep as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on hers. "I can be both... both for you."
Y/N was speechless, her eyes roaming over his new image, her heart racing at this unexpected turn of events. She could see the effort he had put into this transformation, the way he had shed his usual playful facade to reveal a side of himself she had never seen before.
With a shaky breath, Y/N reached out to touch Han's cheek, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw as she whispered, "You look... incredible."
The tension between them crackled in the air, a newfound awareness simmering beneath the surface. And as Han leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss, Y/N felt a surge of emotions welling up inside her – love, desire, and a newfound appreciation for the complexities of her boyfriend.
In that moment, as they stood there in the dimly lit hallway, Han showed Y/N a side of himself she had never seen before – a man capable of both childlike joy and grown-up sensuality, a man who was willing to adapt and grow for the sake of their love.
And as they embraced, lost in the sweetness of the moment, 
Y/N knew that no matter how exasperating Han's antics could be, she wouldn't have it any other way. Because with him, she had found a kind of love that was vibrant, dynamic, and endlessly surprising – a love that could be both playful and passionate, just like Han himself.