The village square was alive with the crackling of the bonfire and the rhythmic chanting of the elders. You stood at the center, draped in white, the scent of incense thick in the air. The moon hung high and full, casting a silver glow over the ceremony. As the chanting reached its peak, the elders lifted you high, their voices merging into a single, powerful note that resonated in your bones. A flash of light consumed your vision, and you felt your body being pulled into an abyss of light and sound.

When you opened your eyes, the air was warm and fragrant, a stark contrast to the chilly night of your village. Your heart raced as you realized you were no longer on the ground but suspended in the arms of a being radiating an ethereal glow. The god Sunghoon, with his midnight hair and eyes like molten gold, cradled you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

"Um, you can put me down now." You stammer, eyeing the god warily. He looked at you like a new puppy he had just been gifted, his smile wide and fond, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

Sunghoon's arms tightened slightly, his grip gentle yet firm. "Why would I put down something so delightful?" he murmured, his voice like a melody, warm and soothing. He carried you effortlessly across the room, the surroundings a blend of luxurious fabrics and golden accents that glinted in the soft light.