"Ugh, I hate that man."

You grumble into the phone, eyes fixed on the window, taking in the lush greenery and cascading waterfalls outside. The train is gliding through a jungle, elevated high above the water on a bridge track, creating a scene that feels almost ethereal.

"How does he even book an entire train just for us? He’s so full of himself and so weird!"

Your mom's voice on the other end of the phone was soft, trying to comfort you. Everyone knew how stubborn you could be, and marrying a stoic man wasn’t exactly your idea of happiness. Your lace-gloved fingers gripped the phone tightly.

The train’s interior was anything but modest—it was designed for the elite. You still couldn’t figure out what his plan was, but being alone with him on this train? It made your chest tighten. It felt suffocating.

You rise from your seat and move closer to the door, wanting a better view of the waterfalls cascading below. The dizzying height makes your heart skip a beat, but you continue to rant about your husband, "He’s always so rude."

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching and glance over your shoulder to see him—Bang Chan, impeccably dressed in a cream suit that suits him perfectly. Just as you’re about to end the call, he stops you. "Stay on the line," he mutters, his voice low, meant only for you.

You let out a sigh and redirect your attention to the breathtaking view outside, speaking softly to your mother, your earlier frustration dissipating. Then, you feel the back of his hand brush against your bare back, sending a shiver coursing down your spine.

"You know it’s dangerous to stand so close to the train’s exit, right?" he whispers, stepping even closer, his fingers now caressing your lower back. "I heard you really hate someone?" The mocking tone in his voice is unmistakable.

"Do you hate it when I’m this close, too?" His fingers play with the ribbons that hold your outfit together.