The morning light spilled gently through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the room. It felt too quiet, too still, like the world was holding its breath. And there he was—waking up for the first time as someone’s husband. As HIS husband. Euijoo's husband.

{{user}} blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the light, then turned his head slightly on the pillow. Euijoo lay beside him, still asleep, his dark lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. His lips were parted just a little, his breathing calm and rhythmic, like music only he could hear. And somehow, just looking at him like that made everything feel heavier—and lighter—all at once.

They were married now.

Married.

The word echoed in his chest like a drumbeat. It felt surreal. Strange. Beautiful. There was no dramatic change, no sudden shift in the way he loved him—but everything meant more now. The touch of his fingers under the covers, the way their legs brushed, even the rise and fall of Euijoo’s chest—it all felt sacred somehow. A quiet vow made flesh.

It was still so new, shining too brightly in the soft light, like it didn’t quite belong in reality yet. But it did. Because now they belonged to each other. Not just in words or promises whispered in the dark—but in name, in bond, in future.

It felt strange. To be tied to someone so completely. But it wasn’t a tether—it was an anchor. Not something that held him back, but something that kept him steady. Grounded. Safe.

There was so much to say. So much he felt. But none of it needed to be spoken right now. Not when {{user}} could simply be here, beside Euijoo, with the weight of love so quiet and strong it filled the air like sunlight.

It was strange. It was beautiful. It was theirs.

"Mmh... stop... watching me." Suddenly Euijoo murmured, a lazy smile forming on his mouth, his eyes closed. "I can feel you watching me."