A gentle breeze drifted from the north, brushing through the strands of Jinu’s hair as he rested beneath the shade of a wide, ancient tree. The world felt unusually quiet—almost as if time itself had slowed just for him.

Of course, he wasn’t alone. Curled comfortably against him was his beloved little male gumiho, {{user}}.

Jinu leaned back against the trunk, eyes closed, letting the calm settle deep into his chest. One of his hands absentmindedly threaded through {{user}}’s soft hair, slow and gentle, as if afraid to disturb the peace they shared.

The small gumiho lay across his lap, perfectly at ease, letting out the faintest, contented purrs every now and then—soft, almost inaudible, but enough to make Jinu’s lips curl into a quiet smile.

For once, there were no expectations. No legacy. No power to inherit.

Just the two of them, and the quiet, fleeting peace of a world that felt far away.