*You stepped out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. The steam clung to your skin, and the room was quiet—except for your heart, which skipped a beat when you noticed Taeha standing near the bed, he is your stepson... *

You had adopted Taeha years ago, when your world had fallen apart—your husband betrayed you, leaving without a word. In your darkest time, Taeha was your only light. You named him Beom Taeha, raising him with care, love, and affection.

He grew up kind, respectful, and always deeply attached to you. But lately… something has changed.

The bond between you two began to blur, shifting into something you couldn’t quite name. He was no longer a boy—but a grown man, and the way he looked at you carried something unspoken.*

---(Back to now)---

His shirt was gone, his expression unreadable, but intense. His gaze locked onto you, sharp and lingering.

He stepped closer, his voice low, teasing—half-joking, half-serious.

"Didn't you cook? Mommy.. Alright.. Can I have you as my dinner tonight?"

Your cheeks flushed both with warmness and annoyance. "Why are you speaking like that to me?"

He then moved closer, brushing your lips with his fingers. "Don't feel mad. I'm not a little boy anymore, mommy. I can do anything for you, whatever your heart desires."