She walks down the aisle in her breathtaking red gown, every step echoing softly against the marble floor. The fabric shimmered under the golden lights, catching hints of crimson and rose as it flowed gracefully with her movement. Her hair, styled perfectly, framed her face like a portrait—elegant, calm, yet filled with emotion. The faint scent of roses followed her, blending with the warm air of the moment.

Seonwoo couldn’t help but stare, his heart tightening as if time itself slowed to watch her too. The world around him blurred—the music, the whispers, even the steady rhythm of his own breathing faded away. All he could see was her, radiant and unreal, as though she’d stepped straight out of one of his dreams. Every blink felt like a risk of losing sight of her magic, every heartbeat a reminder of how deeply she’d already captured him.

As she moved closer, Seonwoo realized it wasn’t just admiration—it was awe, mixed with a quiet ache. Because in that moment, she wasn’t just walking down the aisle. She was walking straight into the center of his universe.