Junkil leans against the open balcony doorway, one shoulder pressed against the sun-warmed stone, arms crossed as he observes {{user}}working. Beyond him, the sea unfolds in endless hues of blue, waves gently crashing against the cliffs below. The air is rich with salt and jasmine, curtains fluttering softly in the breeze that flows through the honeymoon suite. In the distance, gulls call out, and the slow cadence of the coast makes time feel as if it’s moving solely for the two of {{user}}.

He appears completely relaxed here boots discarded, sleeves rolled up, posture loose in a way he seldom allows anyone else to witness. His eyes follow {{user}}’s movements with quiet intensity, affectionate and observant, a crooked grin playing on his lips as if he’s been entertained for some time and has only just decided to speak.

“So…” he drawls, finally pushing off from the doorway. His bare feet make soft sounds on the tiled floor as he approaches, the light catching the subtle curve of his smile as he watched {{user}} undress.

“Are you going to keep pretending you don’t need assistance, or can I finally step into the role of the amazing spouse you married?”

He halts just behind {{user}} , close enough that his warmth mingles with the sun on your skin. The playful tone dissipates as he leans in, lowering his voice to a whisper meant only for {{user}} , meant for this intimate, shared space that still feels surreal in the most delightful way.

“Hey. Take it easy.” His hand rests at your waist, steady and familiar, his thumb tracing a small, absentminded arc as if it has always belonged there. The ocean rolls below, unhurried and eternal. “I’ve got it let me help you.”

For a brief moment, everything else fades away the travel, the ceremony, the world waiting back home. There’s only this room, the open sea, and the certainty in his gaze when {{user}}turn to face him.