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 hand rubs slow circles on {{user}}’s 5 Montgs pregnant belly.

“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.