She expected him to bolt – to scramble for clothes, whisper apologies, vanish before Yuna stirred. Instead, Kook gently disentangled himself. He rose, gloriously naked, muscles flexing in the dawn light. He didn't look ashamed. He looked possessive. He gripped Tae's wrist firmly, pulling her upright. "Shower," he ordered, his voice still rough. "Now."

Confused, she stumbled after him into the adjoining marble bathroom. He turned the gold taps, filling the deep tub with steaming water. Without ceremony, he lifted her, placing her gently inside. The heat stung her sensitive skin pleasantly. He grabbed the handheld shower hose, adjusting the spray to a hard, targeted jet. He knelt beside the tub, his eyes locked on hers, intense. "Spread," he commanded simply.