The evening air in the Jeon mansion was quiet, heavy with a kind of tension that Kook had begun to recognize. His father was away at a late business meeting, the staff dismissed for the night. The halls were empty, shadows stretching long. And when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door, his chest tightened instantly.

“Tch… you’re still awake, hm?” Tae’s sultry voice floated in as she leaned against the doorframe. She wore nothing but a silk robe, half untied to reveal the swell of her breasts in a lacy bra, her curves outlined like temptation itself. Her lips curled when she saw how quickly Kook sat up in bed, like a guilty boy caught.