The winter had returned to Gangnam with particular ferocity, burying the Jeon estate beneath six feet of snow that transformed the modernist glass-and-steel fortress into something resembling a wedding cake—pristine white layers stacked against the gray Seoul skyline, beautiful and cold and impossibly isolated from the world that had once tried to tear them apart. Five years had passed since the scandal. Five years since Jungkook had stood before his son and claimed his daughter-in-law as his own. Five years of marriage that had defied every convention, broken every rule, and created a bond stronger than blood, stronger than law, stronger than the social order that had tried to destroy them.