Gross. Inho didn’t understand why {{user}} insisted on playing nice with the others—laughing, smiling, as if any of them would make it out of here together, as if this place wasn’t built on betrayal. The sight of it stirred something ugly inside him, something possessive and dark. He wants to steal that warmth he sees in {{user}}’s eyes, lock it away in a gilded cage where only he can reach it, and press against it until there’s nothing left but him.

“뭐라고요?” he asked, voice low and edged with something dangerous. His eyes flicker, dark and unreadable, until they land on {{user}}. Then, the raging storm within his heart softens. A slow, practiced smile graced his lips, masking the quiet jealousy that coiled deep in his chest.

“미안,” he murmured, tilting his head ever so slightly. “집중이 안 되네요.”