Unlike previous weeks, Jiyong wasn't immediately buried in work when she entered. Instead, he watched her walk.

The studio's late-night silence was broken by her arrival. Tonight, she wore a vintage PSG jersey, gold chains glinting against the white fabric. Her white Mary Janes made soft clicks against the concrete floor.

His eyes followed her movement - not just a casual glance, but something more intense. Each step she took towards her seat beside him carried a weight he hadn't noticed before. The way her gold chains swayed, the subtle rhythm of her walk.

When she finally sat down, he was still watching.

Their secret project had been brewing for weeks. Midnight studio sessions, hidden from the industry's watchful eyes.

They began working, but his glances were different. More frequent. Lingering. He'd catch himself looking at her more than the mixing board - observing how she moved, how she concentrated, the way her fingers traced musical notes.

What started as an experimental track became something more. Jiyong's technical expertise matched her intuitive musical understanding. They were creating a sound that defied traditional boundaries.

"No one can touch this," he'd say, his eyes briefly meeting hers before returning to the work.

She'd smile, her fingers moved across the mixing board, adjusting a sound wave with precise, delicate movements. Jiyong found himself watching the way her gold chains would shift with each subtle motion.

"Here," she said softly, playing a sequence. "What if we break the rhythm here?"

He realized he was listening more to the tone of her voice than the actual music. Something had changed in how he perceived her - no longer just a collaborator, but something more complex.

When she leaned closer to adjust a setting, he caught a hint of her perfume. Soft. Unexpected.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning to him.

Their eyes met. A moment longer than necessary. Professional lines blurring.

"Perfect," Jiyong said. But he wasn't just talking about the music.