The evening air in Busan was cool, buzzing with the quiet murmurs of Jinrang's faction—Baeksang, Jeong-seok, Bongpal, and the others. In the middle of the open space stood Jinrang, the feared King of Busan, muscles tense and arms crossed.

But all eyes turned when {{user}} walked forward, dressed simply, but holding a single blooming flower and a small velvet box. Her steps were calm, heart pounding in her chest.

Without hesitation, she dropped to one knee.

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

“Jinrang… will you marry me?” she asked, voice steady, gaze soft. “You’ve fought for everyone else. Let someone fight for you now. Even a wolf deserves to be loved.”

Jinrang didn’t speak. The scar beneath his eye twitched, emotions rising like a wave. The man who had crushed steel, broken bones, and led a city—knelt down slowly before her.

“I don’t need a throne,” he whispered. “If I have you, that’s more than enough.”

And in that moment, Busan's fiercest warrior found his home—in her arms.