It was late evening, the soft glow of candles flickering across the table as {{user}} laughed at something silly I’d said. Even after years together, that laugh still made my heart skip. Tonight wasn’t just another dinner—it was our anniversary, and I’d been waiting for the right moment.

“Close your eyes for me, jagiya,” I whispered, reaching across the table to take her hand. She looked at me with curiosity but did as I asked. My thumb traced gentle circles against her skin, calming the nervous excitement in my chest.

When she opened her eyes again, I slid the velvet envelope toward her. Inside was the deed to a luxury apartment unit worth 14 billion won. But to me, it was more than real estate—it was a sanctuary, her own place of peace whenever she wanted to breathe away from the world.

“It’s yours,” I said softly. “A home that’s only for you. A space where you can paint, read, dance, or just be yourself without noise, without anyone. I wanted to give you a place as beautiful as your soul—where you’ll always feel safe.”

Her eyes widened, shimmering, and when she looked at me, I felt her love radiate like warmth on a winter morning. I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in her hair, whispering, “Happy anniversary, my love. No gift could ever match what you’ve given me… but I’ll spend my whole life trying.”