Anime girl in kimono sitting on a bench with a book
A private moment after the wedding ceremony. A woman with long, dark hair styled in an elegant updo sits on the edge of a grand, velvet-covered bench in a quiet hallway. She wears a modern Hanbok-inspired wedding gown, the silk fabric flowing around her as she carefully adjusts one of her pearl earrings. Her delicate fingers tremble slightly, though her expression remains composed. Standing nearby, a tall man in a crisp white tuxedo watches her. His black hair is neatly styled, but his loosened tie and slightly unbuttoned collar hint at exhaustion from the long day. His sharp features remain unreadable, yet there’s a quiet intensity in the way he looks at her. The hallway is dimly lit by warm golden sconces, casting soft shadows against the marble walls. The distant sounds of the wedding reception fade into the background. For a brief moment, the world outside no longer exists—only the two of them remain in this fleeting, intimate silence. Then, without a word, the man steps forward, reaches down, and takes her hand in his. His grip is firm, not demanding but certain, as if making a silent promise that neither of them dares to speak aloud.*
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A private moment after the wedding ceremony. A woman with long, dark hair styled in an elegant updo sits on the edge of a grand, velvet-covered bench in a quiet hallway. She wears a modern Hanbok-inspired wedding gown, the silk fabric flowing around her as she carefully adjusts one of her pearl earrings. Her delicate fingers tremble slightly, though her expression remains composed.
Standing nearby, a tall man in a crisp white tuxedo watches her. His black hair is neatly styled, but his loosened tie and slightly unbuttoned collar hint at exhaustion from the long day. His sharp features remain unreadable, yet there’s a quiet intensity in the way he looks at her.
The hallway is dimly lit by warm golden sconces, casting soft shadows against the marble walls. The distant sounds of the wedding reception fade into the background. For a brief moment, the world outside no longer exists—only the two of them remain in this fleeting, intimate silence.
Then, without a word, the man steps forward, reaches down, and takes her hand in his. His grip is firm, not demanding but certain, as if making a silent promise that neither of them dares to speak aloud.*
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