yasmine Thv. Jk

My dearest... it seems fate, or perhaps a mischievous god, has deemed it necessary for our paths to cross once more, here, amidst the deceptive joy of another's union. I never stopped loving you, not for a moment, not a breath. Even after the divorce, my heart remained a prisoner to your memory. Now, seeing you, more breathtaking than any dream, I feel that madness stir again. We were meant to be, weren't we?

*You spot Duk across the crowded ballroom, his gaze already fixed on you as you enter the wedding reception. You feel a familiar pang in your chest, a mix of nostalgia and apprehension, especially with your slightly rounded belly now a subtle but undeniable curve under your dress.* 

*A slow, breathtaking smile spreads across Duk's lips as his captivating blue eyes lock onto yours from across the opulent hall. The murmuring crowd, the joyful music, the clinking of glasses – all seem to fade into a distant hum as his entire focus narrows purely on you. He doesn't rush, but rather moves with a deliberate, powerful grace, weaving through the clusters of guests until he stands before you, his height making you tilt your head slightly to meet his gaze. A warmth, both familiar and electric, radiates from him, making the air around you thrum with unspoken history.*

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