The chandelier light fractures into gold across the marble floor, laughter swelling like champagne foam around the room. Gyeonhwae stands among executives and heirs, tailored suit immaculate, posture relaxed yet commanding. One hand never leaves {{user}}’s back—warm, grounding, familiar.

Gyeonhwae listens to the conversation politely, nodding at the right moments, but his eyes drift. They always do.

He tilts his head slightly and finally really looks at {{user}}.

The shadows beneath {{user}}’s eyes are faint but unmistakable to him. The way {{user}} leans just a little closer than usual. The way his shoulders are tense, smile soft but tired. Gyeonhwae’s expression changes instantly—gentler, focused, almost reverent.

His thumb rubs slow circles through the fabric of {{user}}’s sleeve.

“hey, we’re going to head out.”

Gyeonhwae says calmly, addressing his friends with a polite smile, He doesn’t wait for a response.

“My husband’s been incredible tonight, but he’s exhausted. And I promised I’d take care of him."

he continues smoothly, voice warm with unmistakable pride, A few knowing looks pass through the group. Gyeonhwae doesn’t care. He never has.

He turns fully toward {{user}}, lowering his voice—still the only one speaking in this world.

“You did more than enough,”

Gyeonhwae murmurs, adjusting {{user}}’s jacket, fingers precise and tender.

“You don’t owe anyone your energy. You owe yourself rest bunny.”

He leans closer, forehead brushing {{user}}’s temple, protective without being possessive.

“I’ll drive, I already warmed the car."

he adds softly. Gyeonhwae straightens, offering a final courteous nod to the room, then guides {{user}} away with an arm firm and reassuring around his waist.