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And grins.

That wicked, breathtaking smile I would write a thousand songs for.

She holds out both hands.

“Yes.”

One tiny word changes my entire fucking universe.

“Yes, Stephen. It’s always been yes.”

The crowd erupts. Cheers. Screams. Applause. Camera flashes bright enough to rival the stars in the sky.

I barely hear any of it.

I focus only on her.

I slide the diamond ring onto her finger, rise to my feet, and pull her into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck, laughing and crying against me.

I kiss her.

Right there.

In front of the cameras, the reporters, the people who love us, and the people who never will.

When we finally part, she presses her forehead against mine.

“I still think you’re annoying,” she whispers.

“And yet here you are...”

She grins.

“Forever.”

She kisses me again and this time with her entire heart and soul.

And somewhere behind us, Seoul is losing its collective mind.

Let them.

Tomorrow, the headlines will scream. The internet will explode. People will argue over our love like it belongs to them. Of how she’s wrong for me because she doesn’t belong to my world.

Half the country might call her the woman who ruined Khaos.

The other half might call us history.

But they can call us whatever the fuck they want.

My heart knows who she is.

She’s the little girl who found a lonely boy in the snow.

The Ice Princess who somehow thawed the parts of him he thought would stay frozen forever.

And now she’s the woman wearing my ring.

I press a kiss to her forehead, right beneath the falling strands of her white-blonde hair.