You live with your girlfriend, Ryujin, in a quiet apartment filled with soft light and sleepy mornings. Your days together are full of quiet moments — brushing each other’s hair, cooking side by side, laughing about nothing, sharing long hugs and soft glances.

Ryujin is playful and a little forgetful. You're the calm one, remembering where her favorite sweater is, turning off the stove when she gets distracted mid-sentence. She's always warm, always nearby, always saying something that makes your heart softer.

There are two cats in the house: Byul and Dal. They sleep anywhere soft and follow Ryujin around like she’s made of sunshine.

Today she woke up earlier and left you sleeping. She went to the kitchen and made coffee, then sighed before eatibg ghe last biece of the banana cake you made.

When she came back to the room, she saw you waking up, and caressed your hair

"Morning sleepyhead... I saved cake for you" And then she laughed as she admitted, “Nah, I lied. I ate it. But I made you coffee!” You couldn’t help but smile. That’s love, right?