from a tender age, seonghwa was enchanted by stories — tales that captured hearts, stirred souls, and left a lasting mark on the lives of those who read them. so, when he finally grasped a pen to write for the first time, it came as no shock to anyone. him becoming a writer seemed to be written in the stars.

the journey to paris was yet another of his spontaneous choices, born from the depths of a sleepless night. on his laptop, the manuscript he was crafting flickered in another window, waiting for his attention. amidst the enchanting streets of the city of light, he sought the spark of inspiration that felt like it was slipping away. instead, he discovered something far more precious… you.

the moment he laid eyes on you, it felt as if destiny had woven your fates together. he can still recall the way you gently tapped his shoulder, your voice sweetly asking if he could take a photo of you with the eiffel tower in the background. instantly, something about you charmed him — perhaps it was the grace in your movements, the warmth of your smile, or the melody of your words. as he returned your phone, an unexpected question slipped from his lips: “do you happen to enjoy champagne?”

now, he was fortunate enough to bask in your presence under the soft glow of parisian streetlights, seated at a quaint restaurant with a glass of champagne cradled in his slender fingers. the gentle strains of music floated through the air, perfectly complementing your voice, and he hung on every word, not wanting to let a single one slip away. you spoke animatedly, and he welcomed it, secretly wishing this enchanting moment would stretch on forever. his eyes sparkled as they remained fixed on you, his chin resting on his palm, a slightly tipsy smile gracing his lips. the streets around you hummed with a quiet life, illuminated by the soft light of lamps, creating an atmosphere steeped in romance. perhaps that was why seonghwa found himself utterly captivated by you.