𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎

𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

The soft glow of morning light seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the bedroom. The air was thick with warmth, carrying the faint scent of cedarwood and vanilla-a mix of Hanbin's natural musk and the remnants of last night's passion.

Hao stirred, his lashes fluttering open as he slowly regained consciousness. His body ached in the most satisfying way, a reminder of the love Hanbin had poured into him hours before. But more than that, he felt weightless, cradled in an embrace so protective, so possessive, that it made his heart swell.

Hanbin's arm was wrapped around his waist, his face buried in the crook of Hao's neck, his warm breath fanning against his skin. Even in sleep, Hanbin refused to let him go, holding him like he was the most precious thing in existence.

A lazy smile tugged at Hao's lips as he turned in Hanbin's hold, his fingers tracing the sharp lines of his fiancé's jaw. He looked so breathtaking like this-his usual intimidating aura softened, his dark hair messily tousled, his lips slightly parted in slumber.

Hao's heart clenched with overwhelming love. This was the man who had stolen his heart, who had made him feel desired in ways he never imagined. And now, he was his.

Unable to resist, Hao leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Hanbin's lips before moving to his nose, giggling as he felt Hanbin stir.

A low hum escaped Hanbin's throat, his arms tightening around Hao's waist as he lazily opened his eyes. His gaze was heavy with sleep, but the moment he saw Hao smiling above him, a smirk played on his lips.

"Good morning, princess," Hanbin rasped, his voice thick and husky.

Hao blushed at the pet name, playfully burying his face in Hanbin's chest. "Good morning, hubby," he murmured, his voice muffled against the warmth of Hanbin's skin.

Hanbin let out a deep chuckle, rolling them over until he was hovering above Hao, pinning him beneath his weight. "You woke me up with kisses, hmm?" he teased, brushing a strand of hair from Hao's face.

Hao pouted. "You looked too handsome. I couldn't help it."

Hanbin's smirk deepened. "You're too adorable for your own good, you know that?" He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Hao's forehead. "I should punish you for teasing me this early in the morning."

Hao's eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. "Hanbin!" he whined, lightly hitting his chest.

Hanbin laughed before peppering soft kisses all over Hao's face, his hands caressing his sides gently. "Relax, baby. I'll be good this morning. Just let me hold you a little longer."

Hao melted instantly, wrapping his arms around Hanbin's neck and pulling him down, nuzzling into his warmth. "Mmm. Just a little longer."

And so, they stayed like that, tangled together in the sheets, wrapped in love, wrapped in forever.

Two Months Later...

The grand bridal suite was bathed in soft morning light, the golden hues reflecting off the ornate mirrors and luxurious white drapes. The scent of fresh roses lingered in the air, blending with the delicate perfume of vanilla and peach blossom that surrounded Zhang Hao.

He stood before the full-length mirror, dressed in an exquisite white wedding suit, the fabric shimmering subtly under the chandelier's glow. Golden embroidery traced delicate patterns along the lapels and cuffs, intricate swirls resembling vines climbing his sleeves. The suit was tailored to perfection, hugging his slender frame just right. A white silk sash cinched at his waist, and the buttons-pure gold-gleamed like tiny stars against the pristine fabric.