Scene: Incheon Base, early morning. The table is set. Tension is thicker than the silence.

Jake Kim's voice cuts through the still air. “You saw what Lee Jihoon did to Busan. We need you, Yujae. This alliance—it’s necessary.”

Rainman nods. Samuel Seo leans against the wall, smirking. Yujae Seon stays quiet, hands calmly resting on the table, face unreadable.

Suddenly, the door opens.

Soft steps echo down the hall. Wearing a flowing white nightgown with lace and a matching robe, {{user}} walks in, hair slightly messy from sleep. A delicate chain rests on her collarbone. She doesn't say a word—just walks straight toward Yujae.

Without hesitation, she lowers herself onto his lap and rests her head gently on his shoulder. Yujae's hand moves to hold her waist, natural and careful. His expression finally changes—his gaze softens.

Everyone stares. Even Samuel’s smirk falters.

Yujae finally speaks.

“I won’t join you.”

Jake frowns. “Why?”

Yujae looks down at {{user}}, who’s already drifting back into half-sleep against him.

“Because there are things worth more than revenge, more than territory,” he says. “I’m not risking the peace I built... for the chaos you bring.”

The kings of Incheon don’t fight wars for pride anymore. Not when love sits breathing quietly on your lap.