He was an extraordinarily handsome young man, someone with beautiful eyes that the heart would pause the moment one looked into them. His hair shimmered like moonlight, so soft that even a gentle breeze could make it shift, as though it obeyed some art he had mastered. He was tall, with a complexion as pure as milk and skin so smooth that even the thought of touching it could make one restless.
There was a faint smile on his lips, small, yet powerful enough to express emotions. Whenever he smiled, a rosy blush appeared on his cheeks, adding even more brilliance to his beauty.
But the most captivating thing about him was his eyes, powerful enough to seize anyone’s heart and hold it captive.
His father had never seen such a handsome young man in his entire life.
“My time to leave is drawing near,” he said, addressing his family.
Silence fell over the room. No one replied; perhaps everyone had already accepted in their hearts that their time in this world was coming to an end.
Just then, his friend stepped forward, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and said to everyone,
“Uncle… he is not an angel, he is a human being.”
After his friend spoke, they all let out a sigh of relief, realizing he was not what they had imagined. Yet, their eyes still couldn’t leave him. They wanted, more than anything, to keep looking at him, with such captivating beauty, something they were seeing for the first time.
He stepped forward and, extending his hand, said to his father, “Hello, Uncle.”
His father, still trying to gather himself, lifted his gaze and shook his hand with great effort. Words failed him; his mind was too busy composing silent praises for the young man’s extraordinary beauty.
After shaking hands with his uncle, he moved closer, his gaze fixed entirely on her. There was a hint of shyness in his eyes, and he barely managed to meet hers. She felt overjoyed when she saw him approach, and her bright smile spread across her face, showing her happiness.
Her sister, seated beside her, and her mother, standing on the other side, were both watching him intently. Unintentionally, a soft, beautiful word escaped from her sister’s lips, but no one heard, for he was still the center of attention.
“Shit,” he thought to himself. I almost forgot to bring it.
He signaled to his friend, who came closer. Whispering something into his ear, the friend nodded in understanding and said softly, “Okay, boss.”
His friend then responded in a loud, playful tone, “Got it!”
Saying this, he moved toward her, ignoring everyone else present in the room. Her sister’s eyes were fixed only on him, but he was looking at no one except her, completely unconcerned about the rest.
He stopped close to her. Her expressions began to change. The smile that had appeared moments ago when she saw him approaching now faded into hesitation because she knew well that the presence of others never mattered to him. And just as she expected, it happened.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Before she could react, he pulled her into an embrace and broke down against her shoulder. She froze. When she looked around, she found her father, her mother, and her sister staring at them with questioning eyes. Everything about this moment was new and unexpected for them.
He tightened his hold around her waist, clinging to her even more as he cried.
“If something had happened to you,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “what would I have done?”
“I’m fine… everything is okay,” she said hesitantly.
He understood her hesitation. Not wanting her to feel any more nervous, he wiped away his tears before gently pulling back from the embrace. Then he sat down beside her bed, close to her.
He glanced around the room and then addressed everyone present there.
“I have a request,” he said calmly. “Could you please step outside for a little while? I need to talk to her about something personal.”
Hearing this, she grew even more nervous. Her mind spiraled with questions. What impression would he leave on her parents and her sister? What would her mother and father think? Who was he, and what kind of relationship did she have with him?
If they ask me later, she thought anxiously, what will I tell them?
These thoughts, and so many others, began circling endlessly in her mind, forming a relentless loop, each one adding to her unease, deepening her worry with every passing moment.
He gently took her hand beneath the blanket. The moment he held it, her heartbeat quickened. She looked at him through her eyes, silently asking what was happening. He responded with a look of his own. Relax. I am with you.
She trusted him more than herself, more than anyone else. His reassurance brought her a moment of calm, but the uneasiness soon returned.
“You can talk here,” her sister said, looking at him with questioning eyes.
He was sitting with his back toward her sister. Turning slightly, he replied calmly, “Some things can only be discussed with those who truly belong to you, and right now, the only one who belongs to me is Melina.” He offered her a faint smile as he said it.
After such a firm response, her sister found herself unable to say anything further. Soon, her sister and her parents stepped outside the room.
As her family was leaving, Johnny entered the room holding an exceptionally beautiful rose, one whose fragrance was so captivating that…
Wherever he passed, he left traces of his fragrance behind him, a scent that affected people deeply and gave them a strange pleasure. Now that the fragrance had reached their room. His family turned back to look once, then turned away again and left the room.
“Thank you,” he said to his friend, who had brought the bouquet for them. When his friend stepped outside, he closed the door and locked it, so that no one could disturb them.
She was feeling a little nervous, because she knew that everything happening at this moment demanded an answer from her.
After a while, he stepped very close to her. He picked up the bouquet that was resting on the desk beside the bed on which she lay, then went down on his knees in front of her.
She spoke without thinking, “No… what are you doing? I don’t like this.”
“The servant is sitting at your feet,” he said softly. “If I had asked for permission, you would have refused.”
Hearing this, a smile appeared on her face, one mixed with shyness, envy of her own fate, and an unbelievable feeling, as if she were wondering whether she was dreaming.
“Thank you, Prince,” she replied shyly and hesitantly.
She brought the roses close and inhaled their fragrance, losing herself in it.
“This is the perfect moment,” he said.
He stood up and sat beside her on the bed. Then he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
As soon as she felt the kiss, she came out of the intoxication of the roses and realized how close he was to her lips, only a moment away from kissing them.
Again and again, her eyes went toward the door.
She tried once more to look that way, but he could not bear her attention being anywhere except on him. He picked up the bottle of honey placed beside them and applied some to her dry lips.
“My parents are outside,” she said nervously. “What will they think?”
He leaned very close to her lips and whispered, “They will understand… if they are wise.”
Before she could say anything more, he slipped both his hands under the blanket, held her by the waist, and drew her closer. She felt nervous, yet she did not want him to move away.
Like a bee drawn to nectar, he leaned forward to taste the sweetness of her honey-like lips. Feeling that sensation, she forgot everything. She lifted both her hands and placed them around his neck.
He picked up the bottle of honey again, reluctantly pulling his lips away from hers for a moment. He opened the bottle, dipped the index finger of his right hand into the honey, and, while speaking, began to apply it to her lips.
“This honey is for your beautiful lips.”
She held his hand, the one with honey on his finger, and he brought that finger to his mouth, gently sucking it. She grew even more nervous, yet she wanted him close in this moment.
She placed both her hands around his neck and drew his lips toward her own, looking at him with a steady gaze.
He knew she was nervous, so he slowly moved his hand from her waist up to her neck, resting it there, and gently pressed his lips to hers.
He did not move at first. She only looked at him.
Then she began to move her lips, while he simply felt her, as if she were a delicate flower. Soon, they both responded to each other, until the sweetness of honey faded from their lips.
He was sitting on the bed, and she rested her head on his chest, lying in his lap.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” he asked softly.
“No,” she replied. “When you are close to me, nothing in the world troubles me.”
She wrapped both her arms around his waist as if hugging him.
“And if I am never close to you?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” she said anxiously, lifting her head from his chest and looking into his eyes.
With a faint smile, he leaned close and said, “I’m joking, my rose.”
She frowned slightly and hugged him again, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
“Don’t ever say that again,” she said lovingly. “I would die without you.”
He felt a sharp pain at her words and replied immediately, “Never say such things again. I cannot even imagine living without you.”
As he spoke, he began to gently stroke her hair. She rested her head against his, and as his hand moved soothingly, sleep slowly overcame her.
In his arms, under his protection, she felt as if she were in paradise.
And neither of them realized when their eyes finally closed.
“Mom, it’s getting very late… he still hasn’t come out,”
His sister said, addressing her mother, her worry clearly audible.
“Do you still not understand?” her mother asked in a questioning tone.
“What?” Ella said, confused.
Turning to her husband, her mother asked again,
“Don’t you understand either?”
His father raised an eyebrow and glanced toward their daughter’s room.
Then her mother looked at her friend, who at that moment was half‑asleep, her mother said excitedly,
“That boy likes my daughter. And I’m flying in the air with happiness. The most handsome young man in the world won’t belong to just any girl… he’ll belong only to my daughter.”
“What’s wrong with your mother, dear?”
Her father said, shaking his head.
“Dear wife, he’s just her friend.”
Hearing all this, the friend instantly became alert.
My sister’s friend must know, Ella thought, and said
“Is this really true?”
Her sister asked him incredulously, demanding an answer.
“One hundred percent true,”
Their mother replied loudly, overflowing with excitement.
“Mom, why are you making assumptions?”
The sister said without thinking.
“He’s up there, and we’re down here; there’s a sky‑and‑earth difference between us.”
“Dear, love doesn’t see differences.”
Her mother replied, as if proving her point.
“Mom, your words won’t prove anything.” Ella said
I’ll believe it only when she says it herself.”
The sister responded firmly.
“Pray that it’s true. I’m already so happy,”
Their mother said, turning to her husband.
“Obviously, I’m flying in the air just like you.”
The father replied cheerfully.
“If this turns out to be true, I might just get a heart attack from happiness.”
“I still can’t believe it… this can’t be true,”
The sister said, trying to reassure herself.
Perhaps it was human nature forcing her to think this way
Despite herself, she couldn’t stop the jealousy she felt toward her sister.
She stood up and started walking toward the room.
“Where are you going? Come back here,”
“Don’t disturb them,” she whispered just loud enough for her daughter to hear, but not the others.
“Mom, it’s really late. It’s her mealtime; she must be hungry.”
The sister said.
But she knew, deep down, that more than food, what worried her was what exactly was happening inside
Why did he request that they leave?
and whether her mother’s words might actually be true.
She knocked on the door.
Her eyes opened instantly; she hadn’t fallen into a deep sleep yet.
With great difficulty, she lifted her head from his chest.
“Ahh—”
A sound of pain escaped her lips.
Hearing it, he immediately came fully awake.
“What happened? Are you okay?”
He asked anxiously, his concern unmistakable.
“It’s all right,” she said softly as she lifted her from his lap
Now she was afraid again, afraid of the questions that would surely follow.
He could read her face easily; he knew the state of her heart without her saying a word.
Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder from behind, he said calmly,
“I’ll see.”
Without hesitation or fear, he walked toward the door.
He opened it without asking a single question.
But the person standing on the other side stared at him with questioning eyes.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bDfg7GUfg
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