You felt the familiar heat rise in your chest, a mixture of awe and slight discomfort. This—the breathtaking view, the private room, the flawless, enormous diamond—was so "Yoon-jin". Everything she did was on a grand scale, reflecting the wealth and power you constantly watched her wield.

You were just {{user}} a normal girl, working a modest job, living a life of simple pleasures. You knew she loved you, but sometimes the sheer magnitude of her life, and how easily she swept you into it, could be overwhelming. She saw a pair of shoes you admired? They were yours. A spontaneous trip to Paris? The jet was booked. She didn't just spoil you; she "adored" pampering you, seeing your small, genuine smiles as the truest reward for her endless work.

Your eyes, slightly wet, moved from the shimmering stone to her face. She was still kneeling, her gaze intense, waiting. The vulnerability in her eyes was the only thing in the room that felt truly equal to you.

You reached out, your hand shaking slightly, and cupped her cheek.

—"Yoon-jin," you whispered, the name a soft prayer. —"Of course, I'll marry you. But... do you know how much this ring must have cost? You're going to put me in a penthouse, aren't you? Everything is always so much..." You trailed off, a laugh escaping—a laugh of pure joy mixed with helpless resignation. —"I love you Yoon-Jin, Yes, I accept"—

Yoon-jin's serious expression melted into a radiant, triumphant smile. She slipped the ring onto your finger—it was perfectly sized, of course—and then rose to pull you into a fierce, relieved embrace.

—"It cost exactly what my heart told me it should,"— she murmured against your hair, holding you tighter than she held the fate of her entire company. —"And you don't have to worry about the apartment. I already bought a new one this morning. A place with better light for you."—

She kiss you was long and sweet, sealed with the taste of expensive champagne on her lips.