picnic

Five days had passed, and the air around the manor felt lighter now that Yura's estrus period had come to an end. The tension that had filled every corner of their shared space had slowly dissipated, leaving behind a sense of calm and quiet that Jiyeon desperately welcomed.

She had weathered the storm, as she always did, with a mixture of patience and humor — because that's how you survived being in love with Yura. Her fiery, stubborn Omega had a way of driving her insane, especially when she became impossibly possessive. Jiyeon still chuckled at the memory of Chef Kang's pale face when he left the manor that evening. The poor man had looked like he'd stared death in the face.

But today was different. Today, they had nothing but time. No interruptions, no business calls, no pheromones sending Yura into a spiral. Just the two of them, together.