Ethan:
The evening arrived faster than expected.
The mansion was calm, but the air felt different—anticipation, excitement… something new.
Upstairs, Yuna stood in front of the mirror.
The black dress she had bought fit her perfectly. The fabric hugged her figure elegantly, flowing just enough to give her a graceful, rich aura. Her hair was styled softly, framing her face, and her makeup was flawless—subtle, yet striking.
She looked at herself for a long moment.
"Okay…" she whispered. "This is it."
Taking a small breath, she turned and walked out of her room.
---
Downstairs, Ethan was already waiting.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he stood near the stairs, his posture calm—but the moment he heard her footsteps—
He looked up.
And for a second—
He didn't move.
Yuna slowly walked down the stairs, one step at a time.
The soft light reflected off her dress, and her presence filled the room effortlessly.
Ethan's gaze followed her completely.
Not just her face.
But the way she carried herself.
Her confidence.
Her elegance.
Her figure.
"…Yuna," he said quietly.
She reached the last step.
Ethan stepped forward and extended his hand toward her.
Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his.
He gently guided her down the final step.
For a moment, they just stood there.
Close.
Ethan's eyes moved over her again, slower this time.
"You look…" he paused slightly.
"Beautiful."
Yuna smiled softly.
"Only beautiful?"
Ethan's lips curved faintly.
"Dangerously beautiful."
Before she could react, he stepped closer.
His hand moved lightly to her waist, pulling her just a little nearer.
"Ethan—"
But he didn't stop.
He leaned in—
And kissed her.
Soft.
Close.
Yuna's eyes widened for a second—
Then she quickly pushed him back.
"Hey!"
Ethan looked at her, slightly surprised.
"What?"
She frowned at him, touching her lips.
"You're going to ruin my lipstick!"
For a second—
Ethan actually looked amused.
"That's what you're worried about?"
"Yes!"
She crossed her arms slightly.
"I spent time getting ready."
Ethan smirked faintly.
"Noted."
She fixed her lipstick lightly with her finger, then looked around.
"Where's Luca?"
Ethan straightened his coat.
"He had some work."
Yuna frowned.
"He's not coming?"
"No."
"He said he would."
"He couldn't make it."
Yuna sighed softly.
"He's always busy."
Ethan looked at her.
"You'll be fine."
She nodded.
"I know."
Then she looked back at him.
"Are you ready?"
Ethan extended his hand again.
"I've been ready."
She smiled and took his hand.
"Then let's go."
---
Outside, the car was already waiting.
Ethan opened the door for her.
As she sat inside, she glanced at him.
"You know… this feels important."
"It is."
"Why?"
Ethan looked at her for a moment before answering.
"Because this is your first step."
Her expression softened.
"And you're coming with me."
"Yes."
She smiled slightly.
"Good."
The car started moving.
As the city lights passed by, Yuna looked out the window—
But her hand slowly moved closer to Ethan's.
And this time—
He didn't pull away.