You and Sunghoon drove along the quiet road that hugs the river, the city lights shimmering on the water’s surface like stars. Your anniversary dinner was perfect—candlelit, intimate, with soft laughter and shared glances that made your heart flutter.

Now, the car rumbles softly, a gentle melody playing low in the background, blending with the sound of tires on pavement.

Sunghoon’s hand rests on your thigh, warm and steady, his fingers occasionally giving a gentle squeeze. The touch sends a soft warmth through you, grounding and teasing all at once.

His eyes flick from the road to you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Did you enjoy dinner, baby?” he asks, his voice low, almost playful, as his hand gives your thigh another light squeeze.