KaySun: The golden age of something good and right and real

#2: Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me

To celebrate their four monthiversary, Kaya had taken Suna to that same hotel in Marmaris they'd gone when he'd just arrived. This time, they were staying for three days, only the two of them, with their wedding bands shining proudly on their hands.

Suna was beyond happy when her husband invited her, and Kaya was even happier to bring her such joy. None of them would admit it, but both remembered that trip with a lot of fondness, their beginning before they even knew it, and each and one of their interactions was printed in their minds; so when it came to packing, Suna made sure to put every blue thing she had on her suitcase, and Kaya the drawings he had made that last time, only to show her how she'd always been his muse.

Unlike Ferit, Kaya wasn't used to using private jets or asking for special treatments, so the couple traveled like any other Turkish citizen and got a room like any other couple would. "But if you want to travel like last time, I could ask my gra-" She didn't let him finish, caressing his cheek with tenderness and softness, giving him that small, shy, but sincere smile that drove him crazy.

"No need, this way it's perfect. We'll just be like any other newlyweds, far from the burdens of this house and family." She said, and she really meant it.

Just like her husband, Suna wasn't used to that special treatment, and to be honest, nor was she sure she wanted it to that level. All she had ever wanted in her life was to be happy, feel safe with her husband, and most of all, have the freedom to be who she wanted; money, position, popularity and power were never part of her plan, she craved for the simpler but more meaningful things in life. And even if at one time it'd seemed like she was turning into a copy of Ifakat, the truth was she was just trying to hold on to those other things that -sadly- came hand in hand when it came to the Korhan family.

Kaya remembered how uneasy Suna had looked that time they took the private jet, so he made sure to distract her before and during their flight, from asking her if she wanted to buy anything from the shops at the airport, to holding her hand and kissing her shoulder while in flight. She wasn't yet used to having someone care so much and deeply for her, but she hoped she could show him on this trip how much he and their marriage meant to her.

By the time they settled into their room (which had a beautiful view of the sea), night was already falling, so they decided it was time to dine. Suna, of course, made sure to wear that same blue dress that had gotten her her first compliment by her husband; it took Kaya less than a second to recognize it, gifting her one of those looks that clearly showed how mesmerized he was with her, a promise of wicked things to come.

After finishing their food, the couple decided to order something to drink while waiting for the place to turn into a dance party, like last time. Just as the waitress came back with their drinks, something -or better said, someone- caught Kaya's attention, plastered a big smile on his face, and made him stand up to greet this mysterious person, his beverage forgotten.

As Suna thanked the waitress, she turned around to see her husband hugging and kissing on the cheek a gorgeous blond woman, who also seemed very happy to see the curly-haired man (and clearly didn't know what personal space was).

She knew her husband was more than just handsome, and that his bad-boy style attracted most women who laid eyes on him, but this one was practically undressing him with her eyes. Taking her drink with her, she stood up and went to introduce herself, making sure to put on a fake smile, the type any woman would recognize as a warning to stay away from her man.

"How've you been, darling? We haven't seen each other in ages!" Said the blond while placing her hand on Kaya's arm. To Suna's surprise, he didn't seem uncomfortable nor even notice the gesture.