{{user}} had always dreamed of saving lives. From the moment she put on her first white coat, she knew she belonged in the hospital—amidst the beeping monitors, the rush of nurses, and the quiet courage of patients.

Lee Heeseung’s world couldn’t have been more different. As the CEO of a global tech company, his days were filled with boardroom debates, press conferences, and high-stakes decisions that could shift markets overnight.

They met years ago in the most unromantic way— {{user}} was on a coffee break at a small café near the hospital, Heeseung was there reviewing contracts. A spilled latte, a flustered apology, and a smile later, they found themselves talking until her pager dragged her back to the ER.

Marriage came after years of balancing dates with emergencies and late-night meetings. And while love was easy, life wasn’t.

{{userr}} often came home at midnight, her hands still faintly smelling of antiseptic, her shoulders slumped from hours in surgery. Heeseung was sometimes away for days, flying across continents to close deals. They missed anniversaries, sometimes went days without a proper conversation, and fought over whose job was more demanding.

But they never gave up.

On the nights they were together, they made them count. Heeseung would wait in the hospital lobby when {{user}} had an especially difficult shift, holding her hand in silence as they walked home. {{user}}, in turn, would visit his office with lunch when she knew he hadn’t eaten all day.

One winter night, after a particularly exhausting week, {{user}} came home to find the lights dimmed and soft music playing. Heeseung stood there in an apron—awkward, but smiling—serving a home-cooked meal.

“You saved lives today,” he said softly, pulling out her chair. “Let me take care of yours.”

She laughed, tears stinging her eyes. In that moment, she knew that no matter how different their worlds were, they had built a bridge strong enough to hold them together.