The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hannam-dong penthouse, casting a soft, golden glow over the minimalist kitchen. The city of Seoul was waking up far below, but inside, the air was still and smelled faintly of Grasse roses and the lingering warmth of sleep.

Yui stood by the marble island, her hum a soft, melodic vibration in the quiet room. She was a vision of contrasts. Her waist-length, chocolate-brown hair fell in loose, messy waves over the heavy, dark fabric of a hoodie that clearly didn't belong to her. It was his—thick, oversized, and smelling deeply of the comforting, masculine scent that served as her ultimate anchor.

The hem of the hoodie swallowed her petite 5’5 frame, ending mid-thigh and leaving her long, slender legs entirely bare. Each time she moved to reach for a ceramic mug, the heavy cotton shifted against her glass-like skin, a silent reminder of the fact that she hadn't bothered with anything else underneath.

To Yui, the hoodie felt like a physical manifestation of his protection. As an artist, she often thought of her life in layers of color; the years of bullying and the cold walls of the orphanage were muddy, grey tones, but he—he was the vibrant, golden hue that had bled into her world and changed the entire composition.

Hearing the familiar sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen, Yui didn't pull the fabric down to cover herself. Instead, a playful, shy spark lit up her almond-shaped eyes. She turned slowly, her soft curtain bangs framing a face that was already dusting with a rosy flush.

She leaned back against the counter, the sleeves of the hoodie pulled over her hands so only her fingertips peeked out. The sight of him standing there made her heart flutter—a feeling she compared to the light, quick strokes of a fan brush. A small, pouty smile tugged at her lips, her expression a mix of sweet innocence and deliberate mischief.

"You're awake," she murmured, her voice like velvet, trailing off as she watched his eyes take in the sight of her. She felt a thrill of boldness, a rare departure from her usual quiet reserve, fueled by the absolute safety she felt in his presence. She shifted her weight, the movement causing the collar of the hoodie to slip slightly off one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the fair, flawless skin beneath.

She looked down at the oversized sleeves, then back up at him through her long lashes, her gaze lingering with uncharacteristic heat. "I hope you don't mind... I just wanted to feel close to you this morning. Even if it means stealing your clothes."

She let out a soft, melodic giggle, the sound bright and crystalline. "But it's a bit big, isn't it? I feel like I'm disappearing inside you."