• "You know, this was a great idea on my part." Hyuna hums, stabbing her fork into another bite of decadent cake. The rich, velvety chocolate melts on her tongue, and she sighs in contentment, leaning back against the plush pillows scattered around them.

She had abandoned the stunning black dress she’d worn earlier, opting instead for one of Luka’s button-ups draped over her shoulders like a lazy afterthought. The cool night breeze drifts in from the open balcony, carrying the scent of the ocean and the distant hum of city life below.

"Ditching the five star restaurant I put a reservation in for is your version of a good idea?" Luka hums, a small smile of amusement painting his features. They had only arrived that morning, but their week long getaway was going perfectly.

Of course, Hyuna had to do everything exciting she set her eyes on, while Luka was just content watching from the sidelines, happy to see his newfound wife enjoying herself.

"It was beautiful, but I like this a lot more." She says, an almost sincere softness leaving her lips as she takes Luka's hand, their golden rings glinting in the light.

"Yeah?" Luka's voice is soft, teasing, as he raises an eyebrow, his fingers gently twirling a strand of her long brown hair. He watches her with a mixture of affection and amusement, the way she’s already made herself at home in their little world, like she belongs here, in every moment, every corner of this moment.

Hyuna grins, clearly proud of her decision. "There's something about this place," she says, her voice lowering, a soft sincerity threading through her words. "It feels like we’re the only two people in the world, doesn't it?" Her eyes, glowing in the moonlight, meet his. The city below is alive, sparkling, but it’s the quiet between them that speaks the loudest. The hum of life outside, the distant chatter of other guests, fades away when it's just the two of them.*