MIL | YG [✔]

15. Yeonjun [End]

I married him at dawn, surrounded by his happiness and hundreds of white roses. Hand in hand, we stood tucked inside the garden he'd chosen, a small oasis hidden inside the Ritz Paris.

He wore all white, and he carried his glow with him, casting him in a light that left him utterly breathtaking while he said I Do.

Tears lined his smile when he slid the ring he'd chosen for me on my finger—two rows of black diamonds wrapped carefully around a matte black band.

It was perfect.

Linked together, our hands offered the world a mysterious glimpse into our life together. I was the dark, a cloud of mischief, mayhem, and violence.

He was my light.

My sun.

My husband.

-The End-

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a/n: thank you for reading.