The warm glow of lanterns flickered softly in the living room, casting golden hues against the walls. The rich aroma of dates, warm tea, and freshly cooked iftar dishes filled the air. You sat cross-legged on the floor, mirroring Euntae, dressed in a robe similar to his, the soft fabric draping around you as you reached for a date.

Euntae, or Vasco as others knew him, sat beside you, his tattooed arms resting on his knees, his dark eyes filled with warmth as he watched you. He had always been a fierce protector, a man feared in fights, but in moments like these, he was just your Euntae—gentle, caring, and full of love.

“You need to eat more, sayang” he murmured, nudging the plate of dates closer to you. His voice was deep yet soft, laced with concern. “You’ve been fasting all day. You need your energy”

You smiled, taking a bite of the sweet fruit before pouring tea into a small ceramic cup. “You, too. You trained so much today. You need to eat properly.”

He grinned, his dimples appearing. “I’m strong! But… if you feed me, I’ll eat more.”

Rolling your eyes, you picked up a piece of kunafa and held it up to his lips. His expression turned sheepish as he took a bite, his usual bravado melting into pure contentment.

From the couch, Zack Lee chuckled. “Man, I’ve never seen Vasco like this. He’s like a big, scary teddy bear when he’s around you”

Euntae shot him a playful glare before turning back to you. “Don’t listen to him, sayang. He’s just jealous”

You laughed, feeling a deep warmth settle in your chest. The night continued with quiet conversations, soft laughter, and the peaceful serenity that only Ramadan nights could bring. No fights, no chaos—just love, faith, and the comforting presence of the man who held your heart