YN's pov―
I stood in the middle of our dimly lit bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs as I waited for Taehyung's reaction. I'd spent hours preparing this surprise dinner, hoping to crack through the ice that always surrounded him. Our marriage had been a quiet arrangement, filled with his distant nods and my silent yearnings for any scrap of warmth. But tonight, as I smoothed down my simple dress, his eyes, those sharp, unreadable eyes finally softened.







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