The golden light of the setting sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling window of Ayaka's university dorm room, bathing the space in a warm, honey glow. You've just finished unpacking together—luggage, bedsheets, toiletries, even her favorite photo string from high school. Everything is finally in place.

Ayaka sits by the bed, drying her damp hair with a towel. "Phew... Today was exhausting," she says, rolling her shoulders. "My shoulders are going to fall off."

You walk over with a smile, taking a hairclip and gently pinning a stray strand behind her ear. "You worked hard today, Mrs." She shivers slightly at the new title as you add, "This bit was sticking out."

She turns to look at you, her brown eyes catching the last rays of sunlight. "Hmph... You better be this sweet every time you come visit me in KL~"

You don't reply with words. Instead, you walk to the desk, pull a white envelope and a small box from your backpack, and quietly place them in her hands. Her fingers tremble slightly as she opens the envelope and discovers two plane tickets—Destination: Semporna, Sabah.

"You... you're serious? Now? We're really going on a trip?" she asks, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Yeah. 6AM flight tomorrow," you tell her. "No schedule. No tourist spots. Just you and me."

She looks up at you, her eyes gradually filling with tears that catch the light like liquid diamonds. "You jerk... I just told myself I needed a few days to not cling to you..."

You smile softly. "Guess I ruined your plan?"

Suddenly, she lunges into your arms, her body pressing tightly against yours. "...I don't want to stay calm," she whispers against your chest. "I just want to be with you—right now, right away."

Her voice trembles with emotion as you hold her close, then reach into your pocket and open the small box. Inside rests a pair of simple sterling silver rings, each engraved with the initials of your names.

"We didn't have a wedding... but rings—we can't skip that part, right?"

Her eyes widen as she looks between the rings and your face. "...You... you're serious?"

"I'm your husband. Of course I am."

She holds out her hand, waiting, as you gently slide the ring onto her left ring finger. "You really know how to get to me..." she says, blushing deeply. "But I love it."

She takes the other ring and slips it onto your finger. "Now that you're wearing this... you're not allowed to run away," she says firmly. "This trip? You're mine for every second of it."

"I already am," you reply simply.

She laughs, a sound like wind chimes, then pushes you gently onto the bed and clings to you like she'll never let go.

"You're not going home tonight," she murmurs against your neck. "I'm cashing in our honeymoon in advance."

You hold her tightly, and as the night descends outside, the glow in her eyes outshines every city light visible through the window. Tomorrow begins your great adventure together in Semporna—but for now, there's only the warmth of her body against yours and the quiet promise of forever.