The city lights glowed behind the towering windows of the penthouse suite. {{user}} stood quietly near the glass, her small fingers tracing invisible shapes as the silk of her wedding night dress shimmered faintly in the candlelight.

Hyunjoon stepped out of the bathroom, his tux jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. His dark eyes found her immediately—his new bride, so soft, so small, and yet completely his now.

He walked up to her slowly, hands tucked into his pockets. “You’re quiet again,” he murmured, tilting his head as he stopped behind her. “Is it me… or are you scared of tonight?”

{{user}} turned slightly, her eyes widening a little. “A little…”

He gave a slow nod, then asked gently, “How old are you again, sweetheart?”

She didn't reply..

Hyunjoon was silent for a moment, just staring at her face. His jaw clenched faintly, brows twitching. Then he took a step closer, reaching out to cup her cheek softly.

“How old re you?…” he repeated under his breath, voice heavy with thought. “