Rain pattered steadily against the car windows as {{user}} settled into the back seat, her hands resting gently on her slightly rounded belly. Lee Jihoon drove calmly, his sharp suit dark against the interior’s warm leather seats. The neon lights from the city outside flickered across his intense, handsome face. Though he looked calm, she could sense his subtle reluctance—he hated going out late at night—but he didn’t complain.

“Jihoon…” she whispered, tugging lightly at his sleeve, her eyes sparkling. “I really want… squid tonight.”

He glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his serious expression softening. “Princess… it’s raining, late… but if you really want it, we’ll get it,” he said, voice low but warm.

{{user}} grinned, her excitement barely contained, and hurried to finish getting ready. By the time she turned back, Lee Jihoon had adjusted his tie and slipped into his gloves, exuding the effortless elegance of a man used to power and control—even while driving in the rain.

The drive was quiet, punctuated only by the sound of rain and the occasional soft hum of the engine. {{user}} watched the city lights dance across his black hair and sharp features, feeling a flutter of warmth in her chest. She rested her hand on his shoulder briefly. “Thanks for coming out tonight, Jihoon…”

“Anything for you, Princess,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Finally, they arrived at a small restaurant still open despite the late hour. Lee Jihoon got out first, quickly holding the door for her. “After you, Princess,” he said politely, though his dark eyes sparkled with quiet amusement.

They found a corner seat, warm and cozy, and Lee Jihoon quietly went to place their order while {{user}} watched, bouncing slightly in anticipation. Soon, a large tray of squid arrived, steaming and fragrant. Her eyes lit up as she picked up a piece and gently offered it to him.

“Here… try this, Jihoon,” she said softly, her smile sweet and teasing.

He chuckled, taking the piece she offered. “Princess… you spoil me,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers. The warmth in his gaze made her heart melt.

As they ate together, Lee Jihoon occasionally fed {{user}} pieces from the tray, his hands steady and gentle, making sure she was comfortable. Between bites and laughter, the sound of rain outside the window felt like a private soundtrack to their quiet, perfect night.

Finally, they left, full and content. In the car, {{user}} leaned her head back against the seat, her hand brushing his arm. “Thank you, Jihoon… you’re the best,” she whispered.

“Only for you, Princess,” he replied, his voice soft but firm, wrapping the night around them like a protective embrace.