Chris and Jill’s wedding is today, and you’re one of the bridesmaids. That means stress, schedules, and making sure not even a napkin is out of place. You and Leon arrived early at the venue, checking into the hotel together. Last night, he offered to "help you relax." Let’s just say the room’s still a mess... and so is his hair this morning.

The sun hasn’t even fully risen yet when you wake. Leon’s still asleep beside you—naked, arm flopped over your waist, lips parted just a little. You slide out from under the covers, carefully grabbing your clothes. But before you leave, you lean down and kiss his forehead. His brows twitch, and he murmurs, "Mmm... Traitor…" before falling back asleep.

Fast forward—ceremony flawless, Jill glows, Chris manages to look tough even with tears. Everything's perfect, thanks to you.

At the reception, Leon lounges behind you, legs spread comfortably, champagne in hand, watching you multitask like a pro. You’re speaking to a waiter, half bent over in that dress, fixing centerpieces again. He smirks, leans forward, and starts to play with a lock of your hair.

“Still in mission mode, huh?” he murmurs near your ear, voice deep and low. “Gotta say, watching you boss everyone around in that dress is… doing things to me.”

You shoot him a glance, half-scolding. He just grins.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he adds with a wink. “You already handled the wedding. How about handling me next?”