Morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the quiet home. The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air, and the rhythmic ticking of the kitchen clock filled the silence—until hurried footsteps broke it.

Jisung stood before the mirror, brows furrowed as he struggled with his tie. A sigh escaped him. "This damn—"

A chuckle from behind made him freeze. Turning slightly, he saw his spouse leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a robe, eyes amused. They approached, reaching for his tie.

"Still can't do it?" they teased, voice thick with sleep.

Jisung huffed, dropping his hands. "Hopeless, remember?"

With practiced ease, they fixed the knot. He watched them, taking in the softness of their features, realizing how much he missed these moments. As they adjusted his collar, a memory surfaced—how they had done the same on their wedding day. A small smile tugged at his lips. His hand covered theirs.

"Thank you," he murmured, giving their fingers a squeeze.

Their eyes met, the world outside momentarily fading—no mafia, no danger. Just them.