Hi, scavies! 🌚❤️ I hope your week is going well but if you want to make it 10x happier... Ehm liat jake scarvaine aja.

magnetic love! with duisterg's iroha 🤏

Spent the perfect day cafe-hopping with the girls. We started with Scarvaine’s Chaewon at a charming Parisian corner, then moved to a sunny bistro where Duvall’s Wonyoung picked out the best treats for the table. The vibe got even cozier as Luevine’s Minjoo found us a rustic spot to relax, while Morsevic’s Yujin stayed busy capturing all our memories on film. From the first latte to the golden hour, every moment felt like a dream. ☕️ 🎞️

The afternoon unfolds slowly, wrapped in soft daylight and the quiet rhythm of streets that seem to pause just for a moment. There is no urgency in the air, only the gentle warmth of passing hours and the subtle beauty found in small details—the sound of footsteps on pavement, the distant murmur of the city, and the way the sky stretches endlessly above. Somewhere in the middle of this calm wander, Lee Leo Siegern and Sakai Moka Scarvaine move side by side, letting the day guide them rather than the other way around. Their presence feels natural within the scenery, as if they belong to this unhurried afternoon, observing without rushing, existing without needing a destination. As the sunlight shifts and shadows grow longer, the walk becomes less about where they are going and more about the quiet connection formed through shared silence, turning an ordinary daytime stroll into a memory that lingers gently long after the streets are left behind

Today was spent in good company. I walked with someone special without a schedule, moving from one place to another, talking, pausing, letting the day unfold naturally. Small things filled the hours—shared glances, familiar laughter, moments that didn’t need to be named.

By evening, hunger arrived, and dinner became an invitation rather than a decision. The restaurant felt warm and unhurried. Conversation continued, steady and easy. Before the night ended, someone special handed me a bouquet of roses—beautiful, thoughtful, unexpected. I carried them home, aware that this was one of those days that stays quietly memorable. I don’t want to forget it.