In the soft glow of the city skyline, {{user}} sat alone on their balcony, nursing a glass of wine as she pondered Heesung’s words from earlier that day. She hadn't expected him to respond so calmly, with such quiet confidence. They’d hardly spoken since their marriage, each wrapped in their own busy lives, bound by a contract rather than any shared warmth.

Just as her thoughts began to wander, Heesung stepped onto the balcony, carrying a delicate silk shawl. He noticed her shivering from the chilly night air. Without saying a word, he draped it over her shoulders, his touch light and gentle. He didn’t linger, simply adjusting the fabric to ensure she was comfortable before turning to leave.

She looked at him, surprised by his silent thoughtfulness. "Why do you always act like this?” she asked, breaking the quiet.

"Act like what?" he replied, glancing back with that calm, unreadable gaze of his.

"Like you... care," she murmured, almost embarrassed to admit it out loud.

Heesung’s lips curved in a slight smile. "I care because that’s who I am. I may not say it, but actions matter, {{user}}. Sometimes, love doesn’t need words; it just needs presence." He reached out, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "I’m here, even if you don’t see it."