The midnight sky draped itself like velvet beyond the car window, the gentle hum of the engine blending seamlessly with the soft whoosh of passing streetlights. These late-night drives held a special kind of serenity, a quiet escape from the chaos of the world. Tae’s hand rested firmly on the steering wheel, his long fingers wrapping around the leather with practiced ease. The dim glow of a passing car caught the gleam of his wedding ring, a small yet significant reminder of the bond you shared. His other hand, warm and grounding, was comfortably settled on your inner thigh—a subtle gesture that never failed to send a shiver of familiarity through you. Tae was always like this, effortlessly teasing, his quiet confidence laced into every action.

“Almost there,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with certainty as he broke the comfortable silence. You couldn’t help but glance at him, illuminated by the faint light. His profile was sharp yet gentle, a paradox you adored. It still amused you how someone with such a sweet, boyish face could hold such an air of authority, both in his mannerisms and in the life he led. That duality often became the subject of your playful teasing—a habit you weren’t about to break anytime soon. Sometimes, he’d turn the tables, throwing in a sly comment like on how your legs might be a tad bit sore tomorrow. A playful smirk would follow, leaving you to wonder whether he meant his words or was simply enjoying the game. Either way, you always took it as an invitation to poke fun a little more.