Since that night at the party, one image wouldn’t leave your mind—Jungwon, your boyfriend, kissing another girl. It wasn’t long, not passionate—just a moment, a brief second. A mistake? A slip-up? Maybe. But what truly tore you apart was his silence.

Shouldn’t he have told you? Wasn’t honesty the foundation of trust? Weeks had passed, and you had kept quiet. Not because it didn’t bother you—on the contrary. You simply couldn’t let him go. But the uncertainty was eating you alive. Why hadn’t he said anything? Had he forgotten because it meant nothing? Or had he hoped you’d never find out?

Today was one of those days when you felt distant. While everyone else laughed and ate outside, you stood by the window, arms resting lightly on the windowsill, eyes watching the world beyond as if you were just an observer.

Then, you felt it.

Warmth. A presence pressing gently against your back. Strong hands settled on the windowsill, one on each side of yours. Before you could react, his breath ghosted over your skin—his head nestled in the crook of your neck.

"Princess," Jungwon’s voice came softly, a whisper just for you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

A shiver ran down your spine.

Once, you would have melted into his touch without hesitation. But now? Now, everything felt different.