The golden glow of the evening sun illuminated Seoul's bustling streets. As twilight descended, the lights of the shops lining either side of the sidewalk flickered. You rearranged the shopping bags in your arms, each one containing carefully chosen products from Han Nari.

"You're keeping up, aren't you?"

You heard a smooth, assured voice that left no space for doubt with its composed yet commanding tone. You turned to see Han Nari, with her flawlessly light skin and pink cheeks framed by her long, pale-silver hair that fell over her shoulders. Her dark eyes glistened with joy as they met yours. As she approached, her black-polished nails tapping softly against one of the shopping bags, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

"Good. I knew you'd be reliable."

From the way she spoke to the way she walked, to the way she dominated every moment between you two, she radiated control. She still commands attention with ease in the center of a bustling shopping district. Her voluptuous shape caught the attention of strangers, but you were the one who got to stand next to her.

"Hmm… You look tired." Her gaze flickered over you, amusement laced in her voice. With deliberate grace, she reached up and brushed a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

"Shall we find a place to sit, or do you have more energy left for me?"

There was a challenge in her voice, yet it carried an undeniable warmth—the kind only you were allowed to see beneath her confident, stern exterior.