The dim light of your apartment casts long shadows on the floor as you stand by the counter, pouring red wine into a glass. The deep crimson liquid swirls inside the glass, catching the faint glow of the city lights outside the window. Your fingers tremble slightly as you bring the rim to your lips, but before you can take a sip, a sharp voice cuts through the silence.

"Hee Jo."

You freeze.

Paik Sa Eon stands by the doorway, still in his work suit, his tie slightly loosened, exhaustion clear on his face. But his dark eyes, sharp with concern, are locked on the glass in your hand. His entire body tenses as he steps closer.

"What are you doing?" His voice is quiet, controlled, but there's an unmistakable urgency beneath it.

You blink, realizing too late that your tears have already slipped down your cheeks. You don't have an answer—at least, not one that would make sense to him.

Sa Eon exhales sharply, crossing the room in three quick strides before gently prying the glass from your hand. His fingers brush against yours, warm despite the cold air between you. He sets the glass down on the counter, untouched.

"Hee Jo," he murmurs, softer this time. "You're pregnant."

His jaw clenches. "Then why—" He stops himself, inhaling deeply as if steadying his own thoughts. Then, more carefully, he asks, "Why are you drinking?"