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The evening air felt different.
Anna noticed it the moment she stepped out of the car. It wasn't just the soft breeze brushing against her skin or the golden glow of the city lights reflecting off the glass buildings—it was the way everything felt… intentional.
Like the world had paused for something important.
"For me?" she asked quietly, her eyes lifting toward the grand entrance in front of her.
Arin stepped out from the driver's side, adjusting his cuffs with effortless elegance. "Only for you."
The restaurant stood tall and breathtaking, its architecture a blend of modern glass and warm, classic lighting. A valet hurried forward, but Arin simply handed over the keys without breaking eye contact with Anna.
She shifted slightly under his gaze.
"You look nervous," he said softly, stepping closer.
"I am," she admitted. "This place looks like I shouldn't even be standing here."
A small smile tugged at his lips. "Then it's a good thing you're not here alone."
He extended his hand.
Not forcefully. Not expectantly.
Just… there.
Waiting.
Anna hesitated for a second before placing her hand in his. His fingers curled around hers gently, warm and steady, as if grounding her.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded.
And just like that, he led her inside—not ahead of her, not pulling her, but walking beside her.
—
The restaurant was breathtaking.
Soft piano music drifted through the air, each note blending perfectly with the quiet hum of conversations. Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light across marble floors, and the scent of rich food wrapped around her senses.
But Anna barely noticed any of it.
Because Arin never let go of her hand.
He guided her to a table by the window overlooking the city, pulling out her chair before she could even think to do it herself.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"Always," he replied simply.
That word lingered.
Always.
It sounded so… certain.
A waiter approached, but Arin spoke before Anna could even glance at the menu.
"No seafood," he said calmly. "And nothing too heavy on spices."
Anna blinked, looking at him. "You remembered?"
He raised a brow slightly. "You thought I wouldn't?"
"I just mentioned it once…"
"And I listened."
The way he said it—like it was the most natural thing in the world—made her chest tighten slightly.
Most people didn't listen.
Not like that.
The evening unfolded slowly, beautifully. The food was perfect, each dish crafted like art. Arin didn't rush anything. He let her talk, listened to her stories, asked questions—not just out of politeness, but genuine curiosity.
"What do you want?" he asked at one point.
Anna frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Not what others expect from you," he clarified. "Not what your family wants. Just… you."
No one had ever asked her that so directly.
She looked down at her glass, tracing the rim lightly. "I don't know yet."
"That's okay."
She looked up.
"You don't have to have everything figured out," he continued. "Just… don't let anyone decide it for you."
His voice wasn't controlling. It wasn't demanding.
It was reassuring.
Like he was giving her permission to be herself.
And for some reason… that meant everything.
—
After dinner, Anna assumed the night was over.
But Arin stood, offering his hand again. "Come with me."
"Where?" she asked, curiosity lighting her eyes.
"You'll see."
There was a playful glint in his gaze now.
She took his hand without hesitation this time.
—
The yacht was waiting.
Anna stopped in her tracks the moment she saw it.
It was massive, elegant, glowing softly under the night sky, reflecting against the dark water like something out of a dream.
"Arin…" she whispered.
He watched her reaction carefully. Not for praise.
But for her happiness.
"Too much?" he asked.
She shook her head quickly. "It's… beautiful."
"Good."
He led her aboard, his hand still steady around hers as if he never intended to let go.
The deck was quiet, private. The city lights shimmered in the distance, and the soft sound of water gently hitting the sides of the yacht created a calm, almost magical rhythm.
Anna leaned slightly against the railing, looking out at the endless stretch of dark ocean.
"It feels like we're in another world," she said softly.
Arin stepped beside her. "Maybe we are."
She glanced at him, smiling faintly. "You planned all this?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was soft, careful—like she was something fragile and important.
"Because you deserve to feel special," he said finally.
Her heart skipped.
"You don't even know me that well," she said quietly.
"I know enough."
His gaze softened. "I know you pretend to be stronger than you feel. I know you hesitate before speaking because you're afraid of saying the wrong thing. I know you care more about others than yourself."
Anna's breath caught.
"And I know," he continued, his voice lower now, "that you deserve someone who sees you."
Silence fell between them.
Not uncomfortable.
Just… full.
Anna looked away first, her fingers gripping the railing slightly. "You make it sound easy."
"It's not easy," he said gently. "It's a choice."
She looked back at him.
"A choice to care," he added. "A choice to stay. A choice to understand."
Her chest tightened again, but this time it wasn't confusion.
It was something softer.
Warmer.
—
The yacht slowed.
Anna frowned slightly. "Why did we stop?"
Arin didn't answer.
Instead, he stepped back slightly, his gaze fixed on her.
And then—
The sky exploded with light.
Fireworks.
Bright, dazzling, breathtaking fireworks filled the night sky, colors bursting and reflecting over the water like a painting in motion.
Anna gasped, her hand instinctively reaching for his.
"Arin…"
He didn't look at the fireworks.
He looked at her.
Because her reaction mattered more.
"They're for you," he said softly.
Her eyes shimmered with the reflection of the lights above. "No one has ever…"
She trailed off, unable to finish.
He stepped closer.
Close enough that she could feel his presence without him overwhelming her.
"You don't have to compare," he murmured. "This moment is yours."
A tear slipped down her cheek before she could stop it.
Not from sadness.
But from the overwhelming feeling of being… valued.
Arin noticed immediately.
Without a word, he reached out, gently wiping it away with his thumb.
"No tears," he said softly. "Unless they're happy ones."
She laughed weakly, nodding.
"They are."
—
The fireworks slowly faded, leaving behind a quiet, star-filled sky.
The world felt still again.
Like it had been waiting for something.
Arin took a slow breath.
Then, before Anna could process anything—
He went down on one knee.
Her eyes widened.
"Arin—"
"Let me finish," he said gently.
There was no pressure in his voice. No urgency.
Just sincerity.
He reached for her hand, holding it carefully as he looked up at her.
"I'm not asking for promises you're not ready to give," he began. "And I'm not asking for a future you haven't chosen yet."
Anna's heart pounded.
"I just want to be honest," he continued. "About how I feel."
His grip tightened slightly—not possessive, just… certain.
"I love you."
The words hung in the air, soft but powerful.
"I love you in a way that doesn't demand," he said. "In a way that doesn't cage you."
Her breath hitched.
"I'll love you in every universe," he added quietly. "In every version of this life where I get the chance to meet you."
Tears filled her eyes again.
"I don't need an answer tonight," he said, his voice gentler now. "I just need you to know that whatever you choose… I'll respect it."
That.
That was what broke her.
Not the luxury.
Not the fireworks.
Not even the confession.
It was the way he gave her a choice.
Anna dropped to her knees in front of him.
Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
Arin froze for a second.
Then slowly, carefully, he wrapped his arms around her in return.
"You're unfair," she whispered against his shoulder.
A soft chuckle left him. "Why?"
"Because you make it impossible not to feel something."
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her.
"That's not a bad thing."
She shook her head, smiling through her tears. "It's terrifying."
"Then we'll take it slow."
We.
That word again.
"You don't have to rush," he continued. "I'm not going anywhere."
Her heart settled.
For the first time in a long time… it felt safe.
Anna took a deep breath.
"I don't know what the future looks like," she admitted.
"That's okay."
"But I know…" she hesitated, then met his eyes. "I want you in it."
Something softened in Arin's expression—something rare and unguarded.
"That's enough for me," he said quietly.
He didn't push further.
Didn't ask for more.
Just… accepted what she could give.
And somehow, that made everything feel even more real.
—
They stayed there for a while.
Sitting side by side on the deck, her head resting lightly against his shoulder.
No grand gestures now.
No words needed.
Just quiet comfort.
Arin reached for her hand again, intertwining their fingers.
Anna smiled softly.
This time, she didn't feel nervous.
She didn't feel out of place.
She felt… chosen.
And maybe, just maybe—
She was starting to choose him too.
To be continued..