The cool evening breeze carried the gentle hum of crickets as you and Bang Chan stood on the balcony of your small but cozy home. The faint glow of city lights stretched into the horizon, but it was nothing compared to the warmth radiating between the two of you.

Wrapped in a soft blanket, you leaned against Chan's chest, his arms encircling you like a protective cocoon. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the night air as his chin rested on the top of your head. You both swayed slightly, not to music, but to the unspoken rhythm of love that had carried you through the years.

He whispered, his voice soft yet resolute, “Do you remember our wedding day?”

You smiled, your eyes glimmering with the memory. “How could I forget? You cried more than I did during our vows.”

Chan chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I couldn’t help it. You looked like the most beautiful dream come true.” He pulled back slightly, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His brown eyes, full of warmth and devotion, searched yours. “And you still are.”

As the words of the song you both loved played faintly in the background, Chan began to hum along. You felt a familiar blush creep up your cheeks when he held out his hand, his smile playful yet sincere.

“Dance with me,” he said softly.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Out here? There’s no music, Chan.”

“There’s always music when I’m with you,” he replied, twirling you gently under the moonlight. The two of you swayed, your laughter blending with the whispers of the night.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “But you saved me, love. Before you, I didn’t know what it meant to truly live. You make me feel like I can conquer anything, as long as you’re by my side.”