Y/N's POV:
"I'm not kidding. I'm downstairs. Come to me, babe…"
I didn't even end the call.
I rushed to my window, pulled it open—and there it was.
His BMW, parked under the streetlight.
My heart skipped a beat. Then another.
It's been days…
Days of missing him, craving his voice, his warmth.
I didn't waste another second.
Slipping into my shoes, I rushed through the gate, nearly breathless.
And there he was—
Yuri.
He climbed out of his car with that familiar smile that could melt every part of me.
His arms opened wide.
"Come here," he said.
And without thinking—I ran straight into him.
We wrapped our arms around each other—tight, desperate, like we were trying to make up for every second spent apart.
I buried my face in his chest.
I missed his scent.
I missed his warmth.
I missed everything that belongs to him.
I tilted my head up, and there he was—looking down at me with those eyes.
So full of love.
So full of me.
Why is this Yuri so cute? Aghhh…
My heart trembled just thinking—
This beautiful, gentle boy… he's mine.
My boyfriend.
And in that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore.
I reached up… and kissed him.
Soft. Certain. Full of everything I couldn't say.
His lips moved softly against mine, slow and aching, like he'd been holding this in for far too long.
Between the kisses, he mumbled against my lips—
"Babe… I miss you so much."
His voice cracked just a little, raw and real.
My hands slid up to cup his face, and I kissed him deeper, like I could answer everything he said without words.
"Me too," I whispered back, breathless.
"So much it hurt."
We stayed like that—wrapped in each other, under the quiet night sky—like the world could wait a little longer.
Yuri rested his forehead against mine, his hands still cradling my waist like he was afraid to let go.
Yuri (softly):
"Babe… I want you to come back to me. Like before…"
"I don't want to keep running to you after every long, hectic day."
His voice dipped, just above a whisper.
"I just want to come home… and see your face. That's all I need to feel okay again."
My chest tightened.
Every word settled deep into my heart like a promise I'd always longed to hear.
I looked at him, eyes burning gently with emotion.
I looked up at him, brushing my thumb gently along his cheek.
Y/N (smiling softly):
"That time will be coming soon…"
His eyes searched mine, as if holding on to those words like oxygen.
Yuri (whispering):
"I'll wait… no matter how long it takes."
He pulled me back into his arms, holding me tighter than before—like he knew the wait was almost over.
We sat inside the car, the world outside forgotten.
Yuri leaned over, resting his head on my shoulder, eyes gently closed—like he could finally breathe.
I ran my fingers slowly through his hair, soothing him with each stroke, while my other hand stayed locked in his—his grip warm and steady.
Neither of us said a word.
We didn't need to.
This moment…
This calm…
It was ours.
And for the first time in a while, everything felt right again.
We talked for a long time, the kind of conversation that made everything else disappear.
Y/N (smiling softly):
"How was your day?"
Yuri (sighing, eyes still closed):
"Too much responsibility… I only want to take yours."
I rolled my eyes and nudged him lightly.
Y/N:
"Shut up."
A smile tugged at my lips anyway.
He chuckled, still not letting go of my hand.
Yuri:
"Babe, there's a welcome party this weekend. My dad's hosting it."
"Come with me?"
I turned slightly, meeting his gaze.
Y/N (grinning):
"Will there be food?"
He laughed, finally opening his eyes.
Yuri:
"Of course, but I only care if you come."
I bit my lip, pretending to think for a second, then leaned in and whispered—
Y/N:
"Then I'm in."
SKIPS TO WEEKEND
Yuri's POV:
I adjusted the collar of my white shirt—crisp, unbuttoned just enough to tease the edge of my collarbone. The Ralph Lauren black suit framed me fitted..
A thin gold chain hugged my neck, catching the light subtly with each movement.
My hair—medium-length, tousled in that perfectly undone mullet style—fell just right.
I looked at my reflection once.
Smirked.
Alright, let's do this.
wasn't driving to attend a party.
I was driving to pick up my girl—
my world.
Nothing else mattered.
Not the flashing lights, not the crowd, not the whispers.
I dressed for her.
Not for the cameras.
Not for the reputation.
Just for her.
Every detail—from my suit to the way my chain caught the light—was for her eyes only.
And now, all I'm thinking about…
is how she's going to look for me.
God, I'm curious.
Excited.
Maybe even a little nervous.
How will she dress for me tonight?
I pulled up in front of her place, engine humming low, my fingers already dialing her number.
The moment she picked up, my voice softened without me even meaning to.
Yuri:
"Babe, I'm here."
There was a pause, then her voice—soft, familiar, and everything I'd been waiting for.
Y/N:
"Okay, coming."
I hung up, leaned back in my seat, and smiled to myself.
Here comes my girl.
And then—
she stepped out.
A blood red slit dress hugged her body
Each step in those gold heels echoed with quiet confidence, elegance, and the kind of grace that turns heads without trying.
But all I could see was her.
Her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the breeze like a slow-motion movie scene.
And right there—resting against her collarbone—
was the initial of my name, glinting under the moonlight.
My heart? Gone.
My breath? Taken.
My thoughts? Just one.
My perfect girl… is walking toward me.
And when she smiled—
Damn.
She wasn't just walking.
She was walking to me.
I stood there, leaning casually against my car, eyes locked on only one thing—her.
The moment she reached me, I pulled her into a gentle hug, the scent of her perfume immediately wrapping around me like home.
I kissed her cheek, slow and soft.
"You look unreal," I murmured, unable to help myself.
She smiled, and I reached out to take her YSL clutch from her hand, holding it like it was something precious—because it belonged to her.
Then I opened the passenger side door with quiet ease, guiding her in like she was royalty.
"Careful, babe," I said as she sat down, one hand resting lightly on her back.
Once she was settled, I closed the door gently.
And for a second, I just stood there.
Damn.
She's mine.
Inside the car
the world felt quiet—just the two of us in our little bubble.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a red leather box, handing it to her with a faint smirk.
She:
"What is this?"
Me:
"The only thing missing."
Her eyes widened slightly as she opened it—
inside, nestled against satin, was the Cartier diamond bracelet I'd been saving just for tonight.
She (softly):
"Yuri… put it on me."
I took it gently from the box, my fingers brushing her skin as I clasped it around her wrist—like sealing a promise in gold and diamonds.
And then—
she pulled me in and kissed me.
Soft. Meaningful.
She (whispering against my lips):
"Thank you…"
As she pulled away, she smiled mischievously, reached up to my mouth, and gently wiped her lipstick off my lips with her thumb.
We both laughed quietly, and with her hand still in mine—
we hit the road.
Off to the party.
Off to take over the night—together.
Y/N's POV:
We'd been driving for over an hour and a half, far from the noise of the city.
And when we finally pulled in—
my breath hitched.
The venue was nothing like I imagined.
It stood like a dark crown in the moonlight—a gothic mansion, towering, intimidating, and hauntingly beautiful.
A strange uneasiness curled in my chest.
"Yuri… where is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't hesitate.
"Babe, it's Hanamitchi's base."
"Hanamitchi what? Base?"
My brows furrowed, confusion mixing with a slight chill.
He glanced at me, expression calm, but eyes serious.
"The one you know—Hanamitchi Corp—is for public eyes."
"This… this is the real deal. Our real world. I brought you here… to show you mine."
I blinked, heart pounding.
Not from fear—but from the weight of what he just revealed.
And then…
we stepped out.
My heels clicked against the stone as we walked together—
hand in hand down a crimson red carpet that led into the heart of a world I never knew he belonged to.
His world.