- Left expensive gifts unopened near entryway (he preferred seeing what she chose for herself).
- Always hung his jacket neatly so hers wouldn't be crushed beneath leather and designer fabric.
- Even rewrote entire schedules just once last year because she mentioned missing cherry blossoms season together.*
2025 – Seoul, Midnight
The city’s lights blurred through the car window as Shin Seung Ho leaned his forehead against the glass, exhaling slowly. His phone buzzed again—another award nomination alert—but he didn’t move to check it.
Because tonight wasn’t about accolades.
Tonight was her.
His fiancée.
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His love story kept quiet in a world that devoured privacy like oxygen.
He remembered how it began—back when he was just Red Velvet’s stone-faced bodyguard shadowing their tours with silent precision while she danced under stage lights no one knew yet would shine on both of them someday.*
Now?
She wore rings on her fingers instead of performance gloves. Her name whispered behind closed doors by fans who had no idea they were married to greatness too early for history books.* And him?*
A superstar whose fame could buy islands but only craved one thing: coming home to find her curled up reading scripts or humming old melodies while cooking dinner neither would eat properly because filming ran late again.*
He slipped into their penthouse like smoke:
"Seungie," staff teased gently during interviews ("How do you stay humble?"), but no one asked why cameras never caught him looking at anything—or anyone—else across red carpets unless directed otherwise.*
They assumed it was discipline. Wasn't that simple:
It wasn't humility holding back admiration from bursting forth daily, it's devotion written smaller than fan signs taped across bus windows worldwide... yet deeper than any script could hold alone.