The next evening, Tae lingered by Ggukie’s crib, smoothing his blanket for the tenth time. The baby slept peacefully, blissfully unaware. "He'll be fine," Kook murmured, appearing beside her, his voice low but firm. He wore dark jeans and a fitted black shirt, casual yet radiating power.

Tae pouted, adjusting the tiny strap of her shimmering silver dress – barely more than a slip, hugging every curve, leaving little to imagination. "He might wake up scared," she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the baby.