Radiant & Free. That's how it feels to be here in Seoul. ✨

The sleeve of your shirt brushes her wrist as you turn to speak. A subtle shift in the pink that frames her face—a blush deeper than rose, lighter than peach. Her eyes follow the movement of your arm, a small upward tilt when your gaze returns. The corner of her mouth lifts almost imperceptibly during your words, mirroring the curve of your fingers against her skin.

A shiver traces down her spine as you step closer, breathing warmth onto exposed shoulder blades. It's not just attention; it’s recognition.