{Under the Eiffel Tower- Yours forever}
Golden rays of sunlight slipped gently through the curtains, filling the bedroom with a warm, peaceful glow.
Ian slowly opened his eyes and smiled the moment he saw Tyla still sleeping peacefully in his arms.
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning... babygirl."
Tyla slowly opened her eyes and smiled the instant she met his gaze.
"Good morning cooky."
He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before smiling warmly.
"My princess... put something on. I'll be back in a few minutes."
She blinked curiously.
"I have a surprise for you."
Confused, Tyla looked down beneath the blanket.
A second later...
Her cheeks instantly turned bright red.
Nothing on
"Oh my God..."
She let out a shy little laugh, reached for ian's oversized black shirt lying beside the bed, and slipped it on. It fell loosely over her body, making her smile to herself.
Ian take a pair of black lounge short and he didn't take a tshirt ..before walking out of the room.
About fifteen minutes later...
He returned carrying a large breakfast tray.
Fresh croissants...
Scrambled eggs...
Sausages...
Fluffy pancakes topped with strawberries and drizzled with maple syrup...
Along with two steaming cups of coffee.
Tyla gasped.
"Wow... Ian! This looks amazing!"
He chuckled softly and carefully placed the tray in front of her on the bed.
"I hope you like it."
"I already love it."
She happily picked up a fork and took a bite of the pancakes, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ian couldn't stop watching her.
The way she smiled...
The way she enjoyed every bite...
The little expressions on her face...
Everything about her was unbelievably adorable.
He reached over, gently pinched her cheek that was puffed out with food, and whispered with a smile,
"You're so cute."
She laughed through her bite.
"Stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing you."
"I'm telling the truth."
She finished nearly everything on the tray before leaning back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh.
"Ahhh... I'm so full."
Ian leaned back with a playful grin.
"I'm not."
She looked at him in surprise.
"What do you mean? You ate just as much as I did."
He laughed softly.
"I wasn't talking about the food."
She frowned in confusion.
"Then what are you talking about?"
Their eyes met.
He smiled mischievously.
"I just want to spend even more time with you as last night."
Then he whisper. I want to eat you again.
Her face instantly turned crimson as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind.
"Ian!"
She gently hit his shoulder while laughing shyly.
He laughed and wrapped an arm around her.
A little later...
The two of them relaxed on the sofa.
Tyla was scrolling through her phone while Ian made a quick phone call.
SEO joon."
"Yes, sir?"
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is under control."
"Good."
Ian ended the call and sat back beside Tyla.
As she continued scrolling through social media, she suddenly stopped.
A beautiful photo of Paris filled her screen.
She sighed dreamily.
"Ah... Ian... I really miss Paris."
He smiled.
"I'm glad you do."
She looked at him curiously.
"Why?"
He reached into his pocket and handed her two airline tickets.
"Because I've already booked our trip."
Her eyes widened.
"Really?!"
She jumped to her feet, squealing with excitement.
"Oh my God! Paris! I'm coming back!"
Without thinking, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Ian laughed as he hugged her back.
"I guess you liked the surprise."
"I love it!"
She looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"Then I'd better go home and pack my suitcase."
He nodded.
"Alright... but I'm going to miss you."
He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'll be waiting for you."
"Mom! I'm home!"
Her mother smiled warmly.
"Welcome home, sweetheart."
"Mom, I have something to tell you."
Her mother laughed.
"So do I."
Tyla tilted her head.
"What is it?"
"We're moving back to Singapore. Everything has finally settled down ."
Tyla frowned slightly.
"But... I like it here."
Her mother smiled teasingly.
"Is that because ian's house is right next to ours?"
Tyla burst into laughter.
"Mom!"
She smiled brightly.
"Well... we'll go back, but after one more trip."
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"To Paris... with ian."
Her mother's face lit up.
"That's wonderful."
"Have an amazing trip, then come meet me in Singapore."
"I will."
Tyla hugged her mother tightly before saying goodbye to Mrs. Park and Han Seul as well.
She hurried upstairs and began packing her suitcase.
Elegant dresses...
Comfortable clothes...
Makeup...
Shoes...
Everything she might need for Paris.
Once she finished, she changed into loose black jeans and a comfortable white crop top.
She grabbed her suitcase and headed downstairs.
"I'm leaving!"
After giving everyone one last hug, she walked outside.
Ian was already waiting beside his luxurious black car.
Dressed in black jeans and a fitted black T-shirt, he looked effortlessly handsome.
The moment he saw her, he smiled.
"Ready?"
She grinned brightly.
"More than ready."
He took her suitcase, placed it in the trunk,
then walked around and opened the passenger door for her like a gentleman.
"After you, my princess."
She smiled before getting inside.
About an hour later...
They arrived at the airport.
Throughout the drive,
Tyla took countless photos, capturing every little moment with excitement.
Ian couldn't help smiling every time he looked at her.
Seeing her this happy...
Made him happier than anything else.
They boarded the plane without any trouble.
Once they were in the air, Tyla gently rested her head on ian's shoulder while he intertwined his fingers with hers.
She smiled softly.
"I have a feeling this is going to be the best trip of my life."
Ian kissed the top of her head.
"As long as you're with me...
Every trip will be the best one."
Outside the window...
The plane soared through the clouds...
Carrying them toward Paris...
And toward another unforgettable chapter of their story.
The flight attendant approached them with a warm smile,
carefully placing their meals on the tray table.
"For you, miss... the chicken pasta."
Tyla smiled politely.
"Thank you."
"And for you, sir."
Ian had ordered the same meal.
The two exchanged a smile before beginning to eat.
Neither of them spoke much.
They simply enjoyed the peaceful atmos
Lp0phere, occasionally feeding each other a bite or smiling whenever their eyes met.
It felt comfortable...
Natural...
Like they had been together forever.
Once they finished eating, the cabin lights dimmed.
Tyla yawned softly.
"I'm getting sleepy."
Ian chuckled.
"Come here."
She happily rested her head on his shoulder while he gently covered her with a blanket.
Within minutes...
Both of them had fallen asleep.
...
Several hours later...
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we will be landing shortly at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Please fasten your seatbelts..."
The announcement echoed throughout the cabin.
Tyla slowly opened her eyes.
She blinked a few times before smiling sleepily.
"We're here..."
Ian smiled back.
"Welcome back to Paris."
The plane slowly descended through the clouds.
As the wheels touched the runway, Tyla instinctively reached for ian's hand.
Without hesitation, he intertwined his fingers with hers and gently squeezed her hand.
"It's okay," he whispered.
"I'm here."
She smiled softly.
A few minutes later, they stepped out of the airport.
A cool Parisian breeze brushed against Tyla's face.
She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
"Paris..."
A bright smile spread across her face.
"I finally came back."
Ian walked beside her before wrapping an arm around her waist.
He leaned closer and whispered near her ear,
"And this time...
it's our first trip together."
A blush colored her cheeks.
She lowered her head shyly before laughing.
"I've dreamed about this."
Outside the airport,
a sleek black luxury car was already waiting for them.
The chauffeur respectfully opened the door.
"Welcome, Mr. Kim."
Ian nodded before helping Tyla inside.
Throughout the drive, she couldn't stop looking out the window.
The familiar streets...
The charming cafés...
The elegant buildings...
Everything brought back beautiful memories.
"I missed this city so much," she whispered.
Ian looked at her with a gentle smile.
"I knew you would."
Nearly forty minutes later...
The car stopped in front of one of Paris's most luxurious hotels.
A doorman immediately greeted them and carried their luggage inside.
The hotel lobby sparkled beneath magnificent crystal chandeliers.
Everything looked elegant.
Everything looked magical.
As they approached the reception desk,
the receptionist smiled warmly.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. We've been expecting you."
Tyla froze.
She slowly turned toward ian.
"Mr... and Mrs. Kim?"
He looked at her with an innocent smile.
"You know you're my wife."
Her face instantly turned crimson.
She gently nudged his arm.
"Ian..."
He only laughed before taking her hand.
The receptionist handed him the key card.
"We hope you enjoy your honeymoon suite."
Tyla's eyes widened.
"Honeymoon suite?"
Ian cleared his throat awkwardly while trying not to laugh.
"Thank you."
Hand in hand, they entered the elevator.
As the doors closed, Tyla looked up at him.
"You planned all of this, didn't you?"
He simply smiled.
"Maybe."
She couldn't help laughing.
"I should've known."
...
The elevator doors opened onto the top floor.
Ian unlocked the suite.
The moment the door opened...
Tyla gasped.
The spacious suite was breathtaking.
Soft golden lights illuminated the room.
Rose petals decorated the bed.
Fresh flowers filled the room with a delicate fragrance.
The entire suite looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.
She covered her mouth in amazement.
"Oh... my God..."
Slowly, she walked toward the king-sized bed and sat down,
gently playing with the rose petals scattered across the white sheets.
"It's beautiful..."
Ian smiled.
"This isn't even the best part."
He walked toward the large curtains.
"Come here."
Tyla stood beside him.
With one smooth motion...
He pulled the curtains open.
Her eyes widened.
Right in front of them...
The Eiffel Tower stood proudly against the night sky,
glowing with thousands of golden lights.
She stood completely speechless.
"No way..."
She whispered.
"Did you really book a room with this view?"
Ian folded his arms dramatically.
"I brought the Eiffel Tower just for you."
She burst into laughter.
"You're impossible!"
Without thinking, she threw herself into his arms.
"Thank you, ian...
Thank you so much."
He hugged her tightly.
"Anything for my princess."
Paris looked like a dream that morning.
Golden sunlight slipped gently through the curtains and spread across the luxurious hotel room, filling it with warmth.
Tyla stood by the large window, holding her phone as she took picture after picture of the breathtaking view.
Every angle was beautiful.
Every moment felt worth remembering.
She smiled to herself.
"Wow..."
Then she turned toward ian, who had been watching her with an amused smile.
Suddenly, she played one of her favorite songs.
She climbed onto the bed and began jumping and dancing on it without a care in the world.
Ian laughed, shaking his head.
"Tyla, be careful! You're going to fall."
She stretched her hand toward him.
"Come here!"
"No way."
"Ian!"
He laughed before finally giving in.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed.
Within seconds, they were both jumping around, holding hands and dancing together, singing along to the song and laughing whenever one of them messed up the lyrics.
There was no audience.
No cameras.
No world waiting for them.
There was only them
After a while, they collapsed onto the bed, laughing breathlessly as they tried to catch their breath.
Ian turned onto his side.
Tyla was lying beside him, her hair scattered across the pillow and her cheeks slightly flushed from all the laughing.
He looked at her.
She looked back at him.
For a few seconds, everything around them seemed to disappear.
There was nothing but the sound of their quiet breathing.
Ian moved a little closer.
"I love you, Tyla."
Her heart skipped a beat.
She smiled softly.
"And I fall more in love with you every second."
Ian smiled and reached for her hand.
"Come on. We have a date."
She laughed excitedly.
"Okay!"
Tyla walked into the bathroom and immediately stopped when she saw the bathtub.
It had already been prepared for her, filled with warm water, scented soap, and bubbles.
Her eyes widened.
"Wow..."
A little while later, she was relaxing in the warm bath, happily playing with the bubbles like a little child.
Time passed quickly.
When she was finished, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a large robe.
"I'm done. Your turn."
Ian raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Tyla... why are we acting like this after everything that happened last night? I've already seen everything, and you've seen me too."
She froze for a moment.
Her cheeks immediately turned bright red.
"I... I'm not putting boundaries between us."
She lowered her eyes shyly.
"But I'm still embarrassed."
Ian laughed softly at how adorable she looked.
He walked over and gently patted her head.
"Okay. Whatever makes my princess comfortable."
Then he went into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Tyla began getting ready for their date.
She applied soft makeup that enhanced her features, carefully dried her hair, and sprayed her favorite perfume.
Then she slipped into a beautiful red satin dress.
The dress was elegant and fitted, with an open back and a high slit along her leg.
She paired it with black high heels.
She stood in front of the mirror for a moment.
Then smiled at her reflection.
"Ready."
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Ian stepped out.
He had a towel wrapped around his lower body.
He quickly changed into a black shirt and tailored trousers. His hair was left slightly messy, giving him an effortlessly handsome appearance.
He sprayed his cologne and rolled his sleeves up slightly.
But the moment he looked up...
He froze.
Tyla was standing in front of the mirror.
He simply stared at her.
For a moment, it seemed as if he had forgotten how to speak.
She turned toward him.
"What?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he slowly walked toward her.
He stopped in front of her, looking directly into her eyes.
Then he gently wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Tyla..."
His voice was quiet.
"Your beauty makes me forget my own name."
She laughed softly.
Then she leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
After a few seconds, she smiled.
"Come on. Let's go."
Before leaving, they stood together in front of the mirror and took several pictures.
His arm was wrapped around her waist while she leaned against him, both of them smiling at the camera.
Then they finally left.
A short while later, they arrived at an elegant restaurant.
Tyla stepped inside and immediately noticed something unusual.
There wasn't a single customer.
Every table was empty.
She looked around in confusion before turning toward ian.
"Ian..."
"Hmm?"
"Did you book the entire restaurant?"
He smiled as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Of course."
She laughed softly.
"You're crazy."
He pulled out her chair for her.
"I just wanted our date to be peaceful."
She sat down with a smile.
They ordered their dinner, and soon their food arrived.
But when Tyla looked toward the window...
Her eyes widened.
The Eiffel Tower stood directly in front of them.
She stared at it in amazement.
"Ian!"
He smiled.
"You like it?"
She pointed toward the tower excitedly.
"I want the tower too!"
He laughed.
"Order anything you want. I'll get it for you."
She laughed and shook her head.
"You spoil me too much."
"And I love doing it."
They enjoyed their dinner slowly, talking about everything and nothing.
They talked about their past.
Their future.
And the very first moment they had met.
Soft music filled the restaurant as they exchanged smiles and loving glances.
When they finished eating, ian reached across the table and gently took her hand.
This time, he wasn't smiling.
He was looking at her with complete sincerity.
"Tyla..."
She looked at him.
"I really love you."
Her breath caught.
"You're everything in my life."
Tears slowly began gathering in her eyes.
He continued quietly.
"I never imagined my life would become like this. I never imagined I would meet someone who would make me want to live every day differently."
He gently squeezed her hand.
"You helped me get through things I thought I would never overcome."
Tyla smiled through her tears.
"And you did the same for me, ian."
She took a small breath.
"You're so precious to me."
She laughed softly.
"Honestly... I used to think all men were cheaters."
Ian smiled slightly.
"But then I met you."
She looked into his eyes.
"And I realized you were different."
Her smile grew.
"You're not just the man I love..."
She squeezed his hand.
"You're my angel."
Ian lifted her hand and kissed it gently.
"And you're the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
After dinner, they went outside together.
Night had fallen over Paris, and the city was glowing beneath the lights.
Ian held Tyla's hand as they walked near the Eiffel Tower.
Their steps were slow.
Peaceful.
Neither of them wanted the night to end.
Suddenly, Tyla lifted her phone.
"Ian, take pictures of me here!"
He laughed.
"Again?"
"Yes!"
"Okay, my princess."
He took dozens of pictures of her.
Then he suddenly stopped.
He looked at her with a nostalgic smile.
"Do you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"The first time we met here."
Tyla stopped.
Then she began laughing.
"Oh!"
He laughed.
"You were wearing a red dress too, and you were filming a TikTok..."
"And then I accidentally bumped into you."
"Exactly."
She covered her face shyly.
"Oh my God... I was so embarrassed."
He laughed.
"And I was so annoyed."
She looked at him.
"But look where that little accident brought us."
Ian smiled.
"The best accident of my life."
She smiled.
"No..."
She looked toward the Eiffel Tower.
"The best meeting."
Tyla placed her phone in a good position on the ground.
"Come on!"
The recording began.
She started dancing and spinning beneath the glowing Eiffel Tower while ian tried to copy her moves.
She burst into laughter when he got one of the steps wrong.
"You're terrible!"
"Me? You're the one making me dance like this!"
She laughed and ran toward him.
Eventually, they stood together beneath the lights.
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
His hands rested gently around her waist.
They looked into each other's eyes.
Then ian slowly leaned closer.
They shared a soft kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower.
Paris was quiet around them.
The cool night breeze gently moved through her hair.
The golden lights reflected in their eyes.
Afterward, Tyla posted the video.
And within minutes, the whole world could see what neither of them wanted to hide anymore:
Their love.
But the video wasn't what mattered to them.
Neither was fame.
Neither were the comments.
Neither was the number of views.
What mattered was that they were standing there...
Together.
Exactly where their story had begun.
A simple encounter.
A small accident.
And a love neither of them had ever expected.
Ian reached for her hand again.
Tyla looked at him.
"What?"
He smiled.
"Nothing."
He gently tightened his grip around her hand
I just want to make sure you're here tyla I'm yours forever
She smiled and raised her head against his shoulder
I'm here and I'm yours forever
They continued walking together beneath the lights of Eiffel tower.
Step by step
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
And that night . Paris wasn't simply the City that witnessed their love.
It's become the place that's their story Began and where they chose to write its ending together.
Because sometimes, the most beautiful endings aren't really endings at all.
Sometimes, they are simply the beginning of a whole new life waiting beyond the final page.
And the true love stays forever.
THE END