Steam clung to the bathroom mirror, the scent of warm water and soap lingering in the air. Jonggun stepped out, a towel hanging loosely around his waist, droplets of water sliding down his chiseled body. The dim light cast shadows over his numerous scars—silent reminders of battles fought and won

Sitting on the edge of the bed, {{user}} watched him, eyes tracing the deep lines across his back and arms. She had seen them countless times, but they never failed to stir something within her—admiration, concern, love

Jonggun caught her gaze and smirked. “Still staring?” His voice was low, teasing

{{user}} stood up, stepping closer. Her fingers hesitated before lightly tracing one of the older scars across his shoulder “Do they still hurt?” she asked softly

He shook his head “Not anymore.” He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips before guiding it back to his chest “But you can kiss them if you want.”

A soft laugh escaped her, but she did as he suggested, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin. Jonggun’s muscles tensed slightly before he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. “You always do this,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers “Looking at me like I’m fragile when we both know I’m not.”

{{user}} met his gaze, fingers resting against his cheek “You’re not fragile, but even the strongest warriors deserve care.”

Jonggun’s smirk softened into something almost tender “Then take care of me, my love”

With that, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her back to the bed, where the night became a whisper of soft kisses and unspoken promises