Danger ⚠️

Two weeks had passed since the chaos, since the gunfire, since the moment Ling had nearly lost the love of her life. The world had finally begun to feel safe again.

Orm was healing—slowly, stubbornly. Her stitches were almost gone, the bruises fading, but she still carried the weight of everything that had happened. Some nights, Ling would wake up to find her staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the scar just below her ribs.

Those were the nights Ling held her tighter, kissed her deeper, whispered soft promises against her skin.

I’m here. You’re safe. I’m safe. We have forever.

And Ling meant every single word. Because if there was one thing the past few weeks had made crystal clear, it was that Orm was it for her. Her home. Her heart. Her future.

That’s why she had spent every waking second of the last two weeks planning this.

The proposal.

She wasn’t the kind of person who liked making big, sentimental plans, but for Orm? For Orm, she wanted everything to be perfect. And if it meant enlisting the help of Mae Koy and Papa Oct, well… that was a small price to pay.

The problem?

Orm was too damn observant for her own good. Ling had managed to keep things quiet—at least for the first few days—but then, Orm started noticing things.

It wasn’t the little details that tipped her off—not the whispered conversations between Ling and Mae Koy, not the way Papa Oct kept glancing at her with a knowing smirk.

No. It was the fact that her parents were hanging out with Ling way too much.

That was when Orm started to get suspicious.

And now? Now, Ling could feel Orm watching her from across the room, narrowed eyes filled with mild suspicion and extreme curiosity.

Ling did her best to act normal, sipping at her tea, flipping casually through her phone.

She could practically feel Orm’s gaze burning into her.

Then—

“So,” Orm started, voice too casual as she leaned back against the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with my parents lately.”

Ling hummed, not looking up. “Hmm? Yeah, I like them.”

Orm squinted. Too easy. “I mean, sure, but it’s weird. I caught my mother sneaking you out of the house two nights ago.”

Ling nearly choked on her tea.

“I—uh—what?”

Orm smirked. “Exactly. What. What are you two up to?”

Ling coughed, forcing herself to stay calm. “Nothing.”

Orm raised an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Ling said with the most innocent smile she could manage.

Orm narrowed her eyes, leaning in. “You’re lying.”

Ling shrugged. “You’re paranoid.”

Orm groaned, flopping back against the couch. “You are definitely hiding something.”

Ling smirked, reaching for Orm’s hand and squeezing it. “And what if I am?”

Orm’s brow furrowed slightly, thrown off by the sudden softness in Ling’s tone.

Then, Ling brought Orm’s hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles gently. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Orm’s face softened instantly. Damn it. Ling knew exactly how to disarm her.

“You know I do,” Orm murmured.

Ling smiled, pressing another soft kiss to her hand before standing. “Good. Then stop overthinking.”

Orm grumbled but didn’t push further.

Ling grinned to herself. She had just barely escaped.

But she knew Orm. She knew her too well.

Which meant she had maybe two more days before Orm figured everything out. She needed to move fast before she got mad. Because she knows that keeping up too much from Orm will make her angry at some point and she couldn’t afford that. 

Ling knew she was playing a dangerous game.

Not the life-or-death kind they had endured weeks ago, but the kind that involved Orm Kornnaphat’s sharp instincts, a carefully orchestrated secret, and Ling’s very limited acting skills.

So far, she had managed to keep her plan intact—just barely.

But now? Now, Orm was watching her like a hawk.

And worse? She was starting to doubt her.

It started with small things. Ling disappearing for a few hours in the afternoons, always vague about where she had gone.

The way Papa Oct and Mae Koy would share knowing glances when Orm asked about Ling.

The hushed whispers when Ling thought she wasn’t listening.

At first, Orm didn’t question it.

Ling had always been independent, often needing space to clear her head. And after everything they had been through, Orm figured maybe Ling was just adjusting.

But then, the pattern continued.

More whispers. More glances. More late returns.

And the final straw?

Ling canceling their usual movie night.

For the third time.

Orm wasn’t the jealous type.

She never had been.

But suddenly, an ugly thought lodged itself in her mind, one she couldn’t shake.

What if Ling was keeping secrets because… because she was hiding something?

What if—

No.

Orm shut down the thought immediately.

Ling loved her.

Ling wasn’t like that.

But the seed of doubt had been planted, and no matter how much Orm tried to ignore it, it grew.

__________

It happened on an ordinary evening. Orm had just finished a call with a director who wanted her for a campaign when she realized—Ling was gone.

Again. Her keys were missing, her jacket gone, and her phone left sitting on the kitchen counter. Which meant she didn’t want Orm to track her down.

Orm tried not to let it get to her. Tried not to jump to conclusions.

Tried to breathe.

But then she remembered how Mae Koy and Papa Oct had been acting weird lately, how Ling had been distracted, avoiding eye contact, making excuses.

And suddenly, she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

A heavy weight settled in her chest, twisting, pressing, suffocating.

Was she… losing Ling?

When Ling walked through the door later that night, humming to herself, Orm was already waiting.

Sitting on the couch. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable.

Ling stopped mid-step.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted, pulling off her jacket. “Why are you—”

“Where were you?”

Orm’s voice was calm. Too calm.

Ling’s fingers hesitated at the collar of her shirt. “Out.”

Orm tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Out where?”

Ling blinked. “What’s with the interrogation?”

Orm stood.

“Ling,” she said, voice dangerously low, a mix of frustration and something almost vulnerable. “You’ve been disappearing a lot lately.”

Ling froze.

“Every day, you vanish for hours. My parents keep covering for you. You cancel our plans. And you won’t tell me why.”

Ling’s heart pounded.

Shit.

Orm continued, stepping closer, her brows furrowed, her voice hesitant now.

“Are you…” Orm swallowed, her throat tightening. “Are you—hiding something from me?”

Ling’s chest ached.

Not because Orm was mad—but because she looked hurt.

Like she was genuinely afraid of the answer.

It hit Ling like a punch to the gut. She couldn’t let this go on.

Ling moved fast. She grabbed Orm’s hands, holding them tight, forcing her to meet her gaze.

“Baby,” Ling breathed. “I swear to you—I am not cheating on you.”

Orm’s eyes widened slightly. “I didn’t say—”

“But you were thinking it baby,” Ling cut in, shaking her head. “And I get why. I’ve been acting shady as hell, disappearing, keeping things from you. But I promise you, it’s nothing bad.”

Orm studied her for a long moment.

Ling squeezed her hands tighter. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Orm exhaled, closing her eyes for a beat before nodding. “Of course I do.”

Ling smiled softly. “Then trust me on this too, okay? Give me a few more days. And I’ll tell you everything.”

Orm hesitated—but ultimately, she nodded.

Ling sighed in relief. Crisis averted. For now. But damn, she needed to move fast. Because Orm Kornnaphat was no fool.

And if she didn’t get this proposal done soon, Orm was going to figure it out herself and she couldn't ruin her surprise after days of preparation.

_____

The night sky over Bangkok was clear, endless, infinite. It stretched above the city like a velvet canvas, dotted with stars that flickered against the dark—soft, steady, eternal.

Just like her. Just like Orm Kornnaphat. The love of her life.

Ling had spent days planning this moment. Days making sure everything was perfect.

Because Orm deserved perfect. Orm walked into Ling’s condo, expecting nothing unusual.

Maybe a quiet dinner. Maybe some cuddling on the couch. Maybe a chance to make up for all the time Ling had been missing lately.

But the moment she stepped inside—she knew.

The air was thick with something indescribable. Something heavy. Beautiful. Important.

The lights were dimmed, the soft glow of candles flickering across the room, casting golden reflections against the walls. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and jasmine, Ling’s scent.

And the living room—

Orm froze.

The entire floor was covered in rose petals. Hundreds. Scattered in deep, crimson waves, leading toward the balcony, where even more candles lined the railing.

Orm’s heart skipped.

“What… is this?” she breathed.

Her voice barely made a sound.

And then—

Ling stepped forward. She was wearing all black. A tailored suit, sleek and sharp, but the gentle glimmer in her eyes softened every edge.

Orm’s breath caught. Ling had never looked more beautiful.

Never looked more hers. She reached out, taking Orm’s hands in her own, and Orm felt it then—

Her chest tightened.

“Ling,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together. “What are you —”

Ling smiled softly.

“Come with me,” she murmured.

And Orm followed.The city stretched beneath them, lights shimmering like constellations, mirroring the stars above. The air was warm, a gentle breeze sweeping through as they stepped onto the candlelit balcony.

It was silent. Just the two of them, wrapped in the glow of Bangkok’s skyline, the only sound of Orm's pounding heart.

Ling turned, still holding her hands. And then she let go.

Stepping back.

Taking a breath.

And then—

She dropped to one knee. Orm’s world tilted.

Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides.

And suddenly, nothing else existed.

Just Ling. Looking up at her like she was her entire universe. “I was twenty five the first time I saw you,” Ling began, voice steady but thick with emotion. “And I didn’t know it yet, but that was the moment my heart decided it belonged to you.”

Orm’s lips parted. Ling’s gaze burned.

“I was too young to understand it. Too stupid to accept it. Too scared to admit it.” Ling’s voice wavered, but she smiled. “But I’ve always known, Orm.”

She swallowed, eyes shining.

“I’ve always known that you are it for me. You are the love I never saw coming, the love I almost lost, the love that—no matter what happens—always brings me home.”

Orm’s throat tightened.

Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t dare look away.

Ling’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached into her pocket—

And pulled out a ring.

A simple band, white gold, engraved on the inside with a phrase Orm couldn’t read yet.

Ling’s grip on it was firm, unwavering.

“I don’t deserve you,” Ling whispered. “But I love you. More than anything. And I swear, I will spend every day of my life proving that to you.”

Orm’s chest ached.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn’t care.

Ling breathed in deeply.

“So, Orm Kornnaphat…”

Her voice softened.

“…will you marry me?”

Orm’s body moved before her mind did.

She dropped to her knees, crashing into Ling, arms wrapping around her tightly, desperately, like she was afraid she’d disappear.

Ling choked out a laugh, catching her, holding her just as tightly.

And Orm whispered it against her skin, over and over, between sobs and laughter and kisses—

“Yes.”

Yes.

A thousand times yes.

Ling cupped her face, brushing away tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips.

“You’re mine, my fiancée,” Ling murmured.

Orm smiled through the tears.

“And you’re mine. I love you my baby and you deserve me as much as I deserve you my love. You are the love of my life.”

Ling slipped the ring onto her finger, and Orm stared at it, the weight of it settling onto her skin, onto her soul. It was real. They were real and they were getting married.

And no matter what had happened before, no matter what would come next—

They were forever. The world outside faded.

The city, the past, the scars, the fear—none of it mattered anymore.

All that mattered was this. Them.

Orm stared at the ring on her finger, still breathless, still shaking, still drowning in everything Ling had just promised her.

Her hands curled around Ling’s shirt, pulling her closer, needing to feel her warmth, needing to anchor herself to the only thing that had ever felt like home.

Ling cupped her face, eyes soft, burning, full of everything Orm had ever wanted to see.

“I can’t believe it, you are going to be my wife” Orm whispered, like she was still trying to believe it.

Ling smiled, tender, knowing. “And I have the pleasure to call you mine. I’ve dreamed of this for a long time now, I’ve always belonged to you”

Orm’s breath hitched, because that was the truth, wasn’t it?

They had belonged to each other before they even knew how to love. Before they knew how to say the words, before they had the courage to hold on.

And now, finally, they could. Ling’s fingers traced the sharp lines of Orm’s jaw, the soft curve of her lips, the faint shadow of bruises that had almost stolen this moment away.

Orm shivered at the touch, her pulse thrumming like a drum beneath her skin.

Ling’s voice was a whisper, barely more than a breath.

“Stay with me tonight.”

Orm’s throat tightened.

She nodded. She didn’t need to ask what Ling meant. Because she knew. Because she wanted it too. More than anything. Tonight they will finally do it, after months - no years - of wanting each other.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the warm glow of candles casting shadows along the walls, golden flickers dancing over the silk sheets. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of desire mingling with the soft fragrance of the burning wicks. Orm had been here a thousand times, had slept in this bed, had held Ling in this room, had whispered love against her skin. But tonight was different. Tonight was theirs.

Ling stood at the edge of the bed, waiting, watching. Her eyes never left Orm’s, filled with something deeper than desire—something raw, something sacred. Orm swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached for Ling’s shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.

She undid the first button, revealing a glimpse of smooth, golden skin. Ling sucked in a quiet breath but didn’t stop her. She didn’t move, didn’t look away. Orm’s fingers worked slowly, carefully, peeling away the fabric, revealing inch after inch of Ling’s toned body. Ling was stunning, strong, and completely hers.

Orm let her hands glide over Ling’s stomach, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. She traced the curves of Ling’s sides, memorizing every ridge, every shiver, every sharp inhale. Ling let her, surrendering to the touch, allowing herself to be unraveled and adored.

“You’re so beautiful” whispered Orm

Orm pressed a kiss just above Ling’s heart, lingering, listening to the steady rhythm beneath her lips. Ling’s hands found Orm’s face, tilting her chin up. Their eyes met, and then Ling kissed her—not desperate, not rushed, but slow, deep, and consuming.

Orm melted into the kiss, her body pressing against Ling’s, feeling every curve, every breath, every unspoken word. Ling’s hands were everywhere, sliding up Orm’s back, tracing the lines of her spine, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, as if she never wanted to let go.

Orm’s shirt joined Ling’s on the floor, followed by her pants, and then everything else. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs, heat, and whispered promises. 

Ling's other hand found Orm's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. She could feel Orm's heartbeat, steady and strong, matching her own. Their breaths mingled as Ling leaned in, capturing Orm's lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was a kiss filled with promise, with love, and with the passion that had been building between them all day.

Orm's hands found their way to Ling's back, pulling her even closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced, exploring each other with a familiarity that came from knowing each other's bodies intimately. Ling's hands roamed, tracing the curves of Orm's body, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Orm reached up, pulling Ling down for another kiss, her hands exploring Ling's body with the same reverence. They took their time, each touch, each kiss a testament to their love and the journey they had been on together. Clothes were discarded, piece by piece, until there was nothing between them but the heat of their bodies.

Ling's lips trailed down Orm's neck, her collarbone, her chest, leaving a path of soft kisses and gentle bites. Orm arched into her touch, her breath hitching as Ling's hands explored her body, finding the places that made her gasp and moan. Orm's fingers tangled in Ling's hair, guiding her, urging her on.

Ling reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving the strap-on they had talked about using together. She secured it around her hips, feeling a rush of anticipation mixed with a touch of nervousness. This was new for both of them—not the act itself, but the depth of emotion behind it. They had both had partners before, but never someone they loved so deeply.

"Are you ready?" Ling whispered, her voice husky with desire and emotion.

Orm nodded, her eyes locked onto Ling's. "Yes baby, I want you in me" she breathed, her body trembling with anticipation and love.

Ling entered her slowly, feeling the tight warmth envelop her. They moved together, their bodies joined in the most intimate way, each thrust deepening their connection. Orm's breath hitched, her body tensing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Ling watched her, her own body on the edge, as Orm cried out her name, her body shuddering with release.

The sight of Orm, so open and vulnerable, pushed Ling over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Ling finished, their bodies trembling together in shared ecstasy. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Ling pressed a soft kiss to Orm's shoulder, her heart swelling with love and contentment. Orm turned to face her, a soft smile on her lips, her eyes filled with love.

But then, Orm took control. She flipped Ling onto her back, straddling her hips, a fierce determination in her eyes. Ling gasped, surprised and thrilled by the sudden shift. Orm leaned down, capturing Ling’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands pinning Ling’s wrists above her head.

“I want you,” Orm whispered against Ling’s lips, her voice filled with desire and urgency. “I want to feel you, all of you.”

Ling’s breath hitched, her body arching into Orm’s touch. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice filled with need. “Take me, Orm. I’m yours.”

Orm reached for the strap-on, securing it around her hips with a sense of purpose. She positioned herself between Ling’s legs, feeling the heat and wetness against her. With a slow, deliberate thrust, she entered Ling, drawing a deep moan from her.

Orm set a rhythm, her hips moving with urgency and passion. Each thrust was deeper, harder, filling Ling completely. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—skin against skin, moans of pleasure, and whispered endearments.

Ling’s body responded to every movement, her hips meeting Orm’s thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Orm’s hands gripped Ling’s hips, holding her steady as she drove into her, the intensity building between them.

“Orm,” Ling gasped, her body tensing as she neared the edge. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Orm didn’t stop. She continued to move, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She watched Ling, saw the pleasure in her eyes, the love in her gaze. With a final, deep thrust, Ling cried out, her body shuddering with release.

Orm followed soon after, her own body trembling with the intensity of their connection. She collapsed onto Ling, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

“I love you,” Orm whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” Ling replied, her heart swelling with love and contentment. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, knowing that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of passion and love together.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets and warm skin.

Orm stirred first, her body aching in the most satisfying way. Every inch of her felt Ling.

Her lips, her touch, the quiet, desperate way she had whispered her love in the dark.

Her fiancée. The thought sent a thrill through Orm’s chest, still unable to believe that this was real.

She lifted her hand, tilting it so that the ring caught the light, the diamond shimmering like a secret promise. Like forever.Behind her, Ling stirred, pressing her face against Orm’s back, her arms tightening around her waist.

“Mmm… why are you awake so early baby?” Ling mumbled, voice still husky with sleep.

Orm turned slightly, grinning. “Admiring my fiancée’s excellent taste in rings.”

Ling chuckled, eyes fluttering open. “Good. Took me long enough to put that thing on your finger.”

Orm's smile deepened, and she turned around and reached up, pulling Ling down for a deep, passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them igniting once more. Ling's hands roamed over Orm's body, reacquainting herself with every curve and line, feeling Orm's response to her touch.

Ling's lips trailed down Orm's body, leaving a path of kisses and gentle bites. She lingered at Orm's breasts, taking her time to lavish attention on each one, drawing soft moans from Orm. Orm's fingers tangled in Ling's hair, guiding her, urging her on.

Ling moved lower, her breath hot against Orm's skin. She could feel Orm's anticipation, her body trembling with need. Ling settled between Orm's legs, her hands gently spreading her thighs apart. She looked up, meeting Orm's gaze, seeing the love and desire reflected in her eyes.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ling lowered her head, her tongue finding Orm's most sensitive spot. Orm gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. Ling took her time, exploring every fold, every sensitive nerve, her tongue and lips working in harmony to bring Orm to the heights of pleasure.

Orm's breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as Ling continued her ministrations. The room filled with the sounds of Orm's moans, her body tensing as she neared the edge. Ling increased the pressure, her tongue moving faster, more insistently, until Orm cried out, her body shuddering with release.

Ling didn't stop, continuing to lavish attention on Orm, drawing out her pleasure. Orm's moans turned into screams of ecstasy, her body writhing beneath Ling's touch. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a testament to their deep connection and the love they shared.

Finally, Orm's body relaxed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she came down from her high. Ling looked up, a satisfied smile on her lips, as she watched Orm recover. She pressed a soft kiss to Orm's inner thigh before making her way back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love to hear you cum my love” she whispers before laying down next to her fiancée.

_____________

The moment Orm and Ling stepped into the family home, they were met with knowing smirks.

Papa Oct sat at the dining table, arms crossed, already looking far too amused.

Mae Koy was in the kitchen, pretending to be busy but clearly listening in.

Orm narrowed her eyes at them. “So. How long have you two been conspiring against me?”

Mae Koy turned, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, sweetheart, since the day Ling told me she was going to marry you.”

Orm scoffed, turning to her father. “And you just let this happen?”

Papa Oct smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. “Of course. It was entertaining.”

Ling was trying so hard not to laugh.

Orm turned to her, betrayed. “I cannot believe you let me spiral into thinking you were cheating on me.”

That was when Mae Koy lost it.

She burst into laughter, clutching the counter for support. “Oh my god, you thought she was cheating on you?!”

Papa Oct let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Kid, you really thought Ling—who’s been obsessed with you since the beginning of time—was out seeing someone else?”

Orm crossed her arms, pouting. “She was sneaking off all the time! Missing our dates! Acting suspicious!”

Ling wrapped an arm around Orm’s waist, pulling her close with a smirk. “I was picking out your ring, arranging the dinner, getting your parents involved… you know, normal ‘cheating’ activities.”

Mae Koy wiped at her eyes, still giggling, while Papa Oct chuckled beside her, shaking his head. “You really thought she was cheating?” he asked, amused.

Orm crossed her arms, huffing. “Well, what was I supposed to think? My girlfriend was running off in the middle of the day, whispering with my parents, avoiding certain topics—it was shady!”

Ling laughed, leaning in to press a quick kiss against Orm’s cheek. “You’re cute when you’re dramatic.”

Orm shot her a glare but couldn’t keep up the act for long, not when Ling was looking at her like that—with all the love in the world shining in her eyes. She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as she reached for Ling’s hand, rubbing her thumb over the engagement ring on her finger.

“You really did all of this for me?” Orm murmured, softer now.

Ling’s expression turned serious, her fingers tightening around Orm’s. “I would do anything for you.”

A warmth spread through Orm’s chest, making her heart pound in that familiar, overwhelming way that only Ling could make her feel. She swallowed, then turned toward her parents, holding up her hand dramatically so the ring caught the light.

“Well,” she announced. “Surprise! We’re engaged!”

Mae Koy clapped her hands together, beaming. “Yes, darling, we know. We were part of it.”

Orm huffed. “Yeah, yeah, but now it’s official-official.”

Papa Oct shook his head, chuckling. “I suppose that means we need to start talking about a wedding.”

Mae Koy grinned mischievously. “Oh, I already started.”

Orm’s eyes widened. “Wait—what?”

Ling smirked, nudging her playfully. “Babe, you really think your mom wasn’t going to jump the gun? She practically had the guest list ready before I even proposed.”

Mae Koy winked. “What can I say? I knew she’d say yes.”

Orm groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I just got engaged and I’m already being steamrolled into wedding planning.”

Ling laughed, wrapping both arms around Orm’s waist from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Relax, baby. We’ll take our time. I just wanted you to know that I’m yours forever.”

Orm sighed, leaning back into Ling’s embrace. “Damn right you are.”

Mae Koy and Papa Oct exchanged a look—one full of warmth, of knowing, of love for the two women in front of them. Their daughter had found her person, and that was all that mattered.

Papa Oct cleared his throat, standing up. “Alright. Since we’re celebrating, I think it’s time for a proper toast.”

Mae Koy grinned. “Oh, I like where this is going.”

Orm perked up. “Are we drinking champagne?”

Papa Oct smirked. “Whiskey.”

Orm and Ling exchanged glances, then shrugged in unison.

“Works for us.”

And as they all settled into the warmth of the moment, glasses clinking, laughter echoing through the house, Orm realized— She had everything she had ever wanted.

And soon, she would get to call Ling her wife.