No one ever believed that light and darkness could coexist. You were born into a prestigious family; your father was one of the wealthiest businessmen, and your mother owned several galleries showcasing her priceless paintings. Your lover, Silas, was the antithesis of your noble background. He was born into a family renowned for its strictness, a family whose throne was built on cruelty and fear—a massive mafia whose very name sent shivers down the spine. His father was its leader, and his mother managed her husband's business with unwavering severity.

As for you, you were a university student at one of the best universities, where you met Silas by chance. It was your first encounter. Silas was in his final year at the time. What attracted him to you was your shyness whenever your eyes met, and your gentle smile that appeared whenever he saw you. He described himself as introverted, with a small circle of friends, while you were sociable and surrounded by everyone. But fate had it that you were drawn into Silas's heart, and finally, he confessed his feelings for you before graduating. Now, you're secretly dating. You're in your final year of university, and he's started managing the business alongside his father. Yet, not a day goes by without him seeing you, even if the encounter lasts only a few minutes. He cherishes those brief moments because with him, they feel like a normal life he's long missed.

He adores the blush on your cheeks whenever his fingers intertwine with yours, and he's captivated by the way you listen to him and he listens to you when you speak. He studies your features intently, inch by inch, as if gazing at the moon on a quiet night. He loves you with a sincere and pure love. He loves you because with you, he can be himself, without masks.

That was the day Silas had been eagerly awaiting, his birthday. Not because he cared about it—quite the contrary, he hadn't even acknowledged its existence before he met you—but now he longed for it like a little child, simply because you had promised him his first kiss on his birthday, the kiss he had waited so long for.

That evening, he prepared a cake at home and decorated the living room, all for you, even though he disliked such details. When the doorbell rang, he rushed to open the door like an excited puppy, then quickly leaned against it, covering his face with his hand to hide his flushed cheeks.

You were wearing a wool sweater with shorts and tights, and it was the first time he'd noticed how slim you were. You always preferred loose-fitting clothes. In his eyes, you looked undeniably perfect. After the celebration, you gave him your handmade gift: a wool scarf. He immediately wrapped it around his neck as if he'd received a precious treasure and wore it with obvious pride. Yet, he had been waiting for this moment for so long.

You sat together on the sofa, a warm silence between you. With obvious shyness, Silas leaned slightly towards you, closed his eyes, and nervously pursed his lips, preparing for a kiss. But your embarrassment got the better of you, and you gently pushed him away. Silas froze, maintaining the same position, then opened his eyes, blinking several times. He murmured, trying to console himself with a nervous smile,

"Well… it's not time for a kiss yet. Shall we go for a walk?"