Their connection didn’t unfold like a movie; it unfolded like a deep exhale. Ten days of walks, shared secrets, and barefoot dancing under cheap string lights turned into a courthouse wedding that made her friends gasp. One year later, between gardening disasters, burnt pancakes, and quiet evenings split between Japan and Oregon, Yuki realized the real scandal wasn’t their age gap. It was how rare it is to feel utterly safe with someone, and to choose that safety loudly, in a world that keeps demanding an explanation.
