Heeseung and {{user}} slip away from a glittering mansion party, leaving behind the endless conversations, the music, and the world that feels too polished, too distant. They find a secluded room bathed in the soft, warm glow of a chandelier. Here, away from the crowd, Heeseung’s gaze softens as he looks at {{user}}, and he murmurs, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

{{user}} smiles, her heart racing at the unexpected intimacy. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” she whispers, a bit breathless. Heeseung smiles back, eyes never leaving hers. “More than ever,” he says, his tone low and warm, as if this moment were their own shared secret.

They begin to dance, swaying together in silence, closer with every beat of their hearts. Each touch, each lingering glance, says what they haven’t dared to voice aloud. Heeseung’s fingers trace her shoulder as he whispers, “I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore.” His words send a thrill through {{user}}, and in this moment, with just the two of them, she feels free to let her own walls fall away.

With the world fading beyond that closed door, they leave behind their guarded selves like the Prada dress that falls gently to the floor. “Can you feel it?” he asks, his voice a soft promise as their embrace grows deeper, warmth blooming between them. Their connection becomes a rhythm, stronger than the distant music outside—a dance of trust, vulnerability, and honesty.

Under the chandelier’s glow, they’re no longer two people at a party but simply Heeseung and {{user}}—stripped of pretense, their hearts open, finding something real and unforgettable in the quiet sanctuary they’ve created together.