Chapter 1: Kyoto Bound

The plane hummed softly as it cut through the clouds, leaving behind the bustling city. Iris shifted in her seat, glancing out the window at the endless expanse of blue sky. The steady rhythm of the flight, the faint buzz of the engines, should have lulled her into relaxation, but her mind was far too restless for that.

It had been nine months since their wedding-nine months of navigating married life, of finding balance between their individual careers and the growing connection between them. This trip to Kyoto was the first time in a long while they'd be able to spend more than a few days together without the usual demands pulling them in different directions.

And it wasn't just any trip-it was the Kyoto Art Symposium, an event Iris had been eagerly awaiting for months. The art symposium wasn't just an event; it was a rite of passage, a merging of old and new that every artist revered.

Her art gallery, Eclipse Atelier, had been invited to showcase pieces, blending traditional Japanese techniques with modern interpretations. Her mind raced with thoughts of the exhibit, the pieces she had to curate, and the collectors she needed to impress. She glanced at Tristan, who was looking out the window, and guilt gnawed at her. How was she going to juggle it all?

She didn't just feel excitement-she was bursting with it, a bright flame next to Tristan's steady ember, and yet, they fit together perfectly-like two puzzle pieces that didn't quite look like they'd match, but somehow did.

She nudged him with her elbow, unable to sit still any longer. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Kyoto? The art symposium? Me?"

Tristan's lips twitched into a small smile, though his eyes remained closed. "I've survived nine months with you, haven't I?"

Iris gasped dramatically, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Excuse you! You're acting like you're not obsessed with me."

This time, Tristan opened his eyes, turning his head slightly to look at her. "Obsessed might be too strong a word," he teased, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Infatuated, maybe."

Iris rolled her eyes, but her grin was undeniable. "Mmmhmm, you can't fool me, Mr. Vanderbilt. I know exactly how much you adore me."

Tristan chuckled softly, his hand reaching over to take hers, his fingers gently tracing circles on her palm. "More than you know," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with affection.

Iris felt her heart skip a beat. Even after all this time, one look from him grounded her, his calm a steady river to her ever-rushing rapids. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her thoughts drifting to the week ahead.

"You know," she began, her voice quieter now, "I'm really excited about this symposium. I can't wait to show you everything-Kyoto, the art, the culture. It's going to be amazing. And then... we'll have some time to ourselves."

Tristan's thumb continued its gentle motion on her palm. "I'm looking forward to it," he said, his voice steady as always.

But Iris knew what lay beneath that calm exterior. She knew what happened when they were alone, when the door was closed, and Tristan's quiet dominance came to life. A thrill ran down her spine at the thought, but she kept that to herself for now. There'd be time for that-later.

"Just promise me you won't be all business the whole time," she teased, lifting her head to look at him again. "I want you to relax. Enjoy the art. Eat too much sushi. Pretend you're a tourist with me for a bit."

But even as she said it, Iris could feel the symposium pulling at her thoughts. There were meetings to plan, collectors to impress, and suddenly, the idea of 'relaxing' felt impossible. She sighed, realizing that balancing her love for Tristan and her passion for the gallery wasn't as easy as she had hoped.

"I think I can manage that," Tristan replied, his lips curving into a small smile. But Iris could see the glint in his eyes-the unspoken promise of what was to come once they left the public world behind.

"Good," Iris said, settling back into her seat, her fingers still intertwined with his. "Because once we land, it's all about art, culture, and me showing off how brilliant I am."

Tristan's smile widened just a fraction. "I wouldn't expect anything less."