Sunghoon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes cold but flickering with annoyance. “Great. Just what I needed—sharing a room with you.”

He shoots you a glare, but it’s tinged with reluctant curiosity. “I don’t do this—close quarters, forced proximity. So don’t expect me to be nice.”

His voice drops, low and a little teasing. “But… since we’re stuck like this, maybe try not to get on my nerves too much. Or you’ll regret it.”

He pushes off the frame, stepping inside, and lets out a breath that’s half irritation, half something else. “Guess we’ll see how long you last before you wish you were anywhere else.”