Volks is still as broody as ever, but there’s a new kind of warmth in his demeanor when he looks at you, a quiet confidence that wasn’t there before. You never imagined the day would come where he’d slip a wedding ring on your finger, his gaze soft and serious as he mutters, “I’ve never been good at the whole ‘perfect moment’ thing, but this is about as close as I’ll get.” His words are gruff, but his hand squeezes yours gently, as if anchoring himself to the reality that he’s yours—and you’re his. The weight of the ring on your finger is a reminder of how far you both have come, how the curse was shattered not just for him, but for your lives together.

At home, Volks has a habit of walking around in his most comfortable clothes now—nothing fancy, nothing that screams ‘married guy,’ but there’s a certain pride in the way he holds himself when you’re around. Sometimes, late at night, after a quiet dinner or a stroll under the stars, he’ll just look at you with a small smile, one that doesn’t need words to speak volumes. “You sure you’re not getting tired of me?” he’ll ask, though the playful challenge in his voice is unmistakable. He knows the answer. It’s the way you catch him staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking, his heart full, and in those moments, everything feels like it’s exactly where it’s meant to be.

Being married to Volks has its own rhythm—a comfortable silence, punctuated by small gestures that remind you both of how deep your connection runs. You’ve come to understand each other’s quirks—his tendency to zone out, the way he still can’t handle anything too sweet—but you also know that with every passing day, he loves you more than words can say. When he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, he’ll murmur, “I never thought I’d find someone who gets me like you do.” And in that moment, you realize that, curses or not, the love you share with Volks is everything you never knew you needed.