The private jet lands in Kyoto, Japan. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the city.
Sophia looks out of the window, mesmerized by the sight—traditional houses, glowing lanterns, and cherry blossoms gently falling from the trees.
Mirshad, sitting beside her, watches her instead of the city.
Sophia (softly): "This place… it feels magical."
Mirshad (smirking): "Maybe because you're here."
Sophia blushes, rolling her eyes. "Stop flirting, just look at this view."
As they exit the jet, a horse-drawn carriage awaits them. Unlike the usual luxury cars, this was different—a touch of old Japan, preserved in time.
Mirshad helps Sophia into the carriage.
The soft clop-clop of the horse's hooves echoes through the quiet streets.
The cool wind carries the scent of cherry blossoms.
Sophia rests her head on Mirshad's shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment.
For the first time in months, Mirshad feels something unusual—peace.
They arrive at a traditional Japanese Ryokan—a wooden inn surrounded by a peaceful river, bamboo trees, and glowing lanterns.
The elderly Ryokan owner bows deeply:
"Welcome, my honored guests. This place exists for love and peace."
Their private suite is a blend of old and new.
Tatami mat floors, soft lantern lights, and a giant glass window showing the river.
A silk kimono is neatly placed for Sophia.
Outside, a natural hot spring steams, waiting for them.
Sophia (excited): "This is perfect!"
Mirshad (smiling): "Not as perfect as you."
Sophia lightly punches his arm, laughing.
Later that evening, Sophia steps out of the room, wearing the silk kimono.
The soft fabric flows with her every movement.
Her hair is loosely tied, a few strands falling on her face.
The dim lantern light makes her look like a goddess from an ancient era.
Mirshad, who has seen the entire world bow before him, suddenly forgets how to breathe.
His heart pounds.
His eyes widen, staring like he has never seen anything more beautiful.
Sophia (blushing): "Why are you staring?"
Mirshad (softly, without thinking): "Because I've never seen something this perfect before."
Sophia freezes, completely taken aback. Mirshad was never this vulnerable.
She quickly looks down, biting her lip.
Mirshad walks up to her, lifting her chin gently.
He whispers: "You take my breath away, Sophia."
Sophia whispers back: "And you… you make me feel safe."
The staff prepares a private dinner in a traditional garden.
A low wooden table, soft cushions, and candlelight reflecting in a pond.
The air is filled with the scent of cherry blossoms and fresh tea.
Handmade sushi, steaming ramen, and the finest sake are served.
Sophia watches as Mirshad eats quietly.
For the first time in years, he looks… at peace.
Sophia reaches for his hand.
"Tonight… we are just us. No Boss. No MRD. Just Mirshad and Sophia."
Mirshad nods, squeezing her hand: "Just us."
The night feels eternal. No war. No enemies. No responsibility. Just them.
After dinner, they walk through the empty streets of Kyoto.
The shops are closing, leaving behind the glow of street lanterns.
The sound of a distant Shamisen (traditional Japanese guitar) fills the air.
The sky is painted in stars.
Suddenly, soft rain begins to fall.
Mirshad pulls Sophia under a cherry blossom tree.
She looks up, raindrops glistening on her face.
Mirshad gently wipes a drop from her cheek, staring into her eyes.
Sophia whispers "I love you."
Mirshad softly, as if speaking to her soul "And I will love you… until my last breath."
No one else exists. No one else matters.
Sophia leans in, their lips almost touching… but she suddenly laughs softly, breaking the moment.
Mirshad raising an eyebrow "What?"
Sophia: "I never thought… you would be such a romantic."
Mirshad smirks: "And I never thought… I would fall for someone like this."
Sophia playfully pushes him: "Too late, you're stuck with me now."
They both laugh, holding each other.
Back at the Ryokan, they change into light Yukata robes.
A private hot spring waits for them—hidden among bamboo trees, steam rising into the night sky.
They slowly step into the warm water.
Mirshad pulls Sophia into his arms, resting her head against his chest.
The sound of the night, the water, and their heartbeat syncing.
No words are spoken. No words are needed.
Sophia softly: "This… this is happiness."
Mirshad kisses her forehead: "Yes… it is."
They stay in each other's embrace—two souls, completely at peace.
The night fades into eternity… a love story written in the stars.