Sunoo lay stretched across the bed, his lean body draped in an oversized, buttoned shirt that cascaded around him, exposing just a hint of his collarbone. His slender fingers turned each page of the book slowly, and there was something enchanting in the way his fingertips traced the paper, delicate and precise. The gentle rustle of pages filled the air, broken only by the occasional shift of his position, causing the shirt to slip slightly over his bare thigh.

Lost in his book, Sunoo didn’t notice the door open until you stepped in, eyes drawn to the mesmerizing scene before you. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, knowing smile as he glanced up at you, his gaze playful.

“Are you planning to just stand there, or do you want to join me?” he teased, his voice soft yet filled with unmistakable intent.