The storm raged outside, but inside, the world felt hushed and intimate. Chan's breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. "My little star..." The words, usually a comfort, now carried a weight of anticipation, a promise of forever. He nipped gently at your earlobe, a fleeting kiss that sparked a fire within you.

A soft trail of kisses followed, down the sensitive curve of your neck. Each one was deliberate, a whispered expression of the love that had grown between you. His teeth grazed your skin, a playful bite that sent a delicious thrill through you. "Tomorrow," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "tomorrow, you will be my wife..." The words hung in the air, a promise fulfilled, a dream about to become reality.

He pressed his lips against your skin again, lingering there. "I love you so much, my little star..." he breathed, his voice laced with a tenderness that melted away any remaining fear of the storm, replacing it with a profound sense of peace and belonging. His love was a shelter, stronger than any thunder, warmer than any lightning.