Subconscious Confession.

The warm glow of candles from the cozy, dimly lit room cast flickering shadows across the walls.

The soft, golden light danced over the marble floor, reflecting off the simple yet elegant decor.

The subtle scent of vanilla and lavender from the candles filled the air, creating an intimate and serene atmosphere that seemed perfect for a newly wedded couple.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of distant music playing softly in the background, and a tall, domineering figure by the window.

As Quinn walked in, her face was illuminated by the gentle candlelight, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and warmth. The moment felt almost suspended in time as if the room itself was holding its breath.

Harrison was dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his muscles inside the shirt.

His dark jeans were well-fitted, striking the perfect balance between casual and dressed up.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and her lips parted slightly as she took in the scene