These days Yuna’s suspicion became a suffocating presence. Her eyes narrowed whenever Tae nursed Ggukie behind closed doors. She demanded Tae wear shapeless smocks, hissed accusations about "unnatural" behavior.

Kook’s fists clenched whenever he witnessed it, the possessiveness in his eyes burning hotter, but he remained trapped—forced to witness Tae’s flushed humiliation after Yuna’s latest barb, her fuller curves hidden under dreadful fabric, her milk-stained blouses hastily changed.