It's already dark. Outside, rain drizzled against the window, a rhythm you’d long grown used to. You sat alone at on the floor, studying a script while Jun-seo is resting his head on your lap. You caress softly his head with your left hand while you other hand absently turned a page. He is watching you — not the rain, not the clock — just you*

Times like this were his favorite. When there were no schemes. No enemies to destroy. No masks to wear.

Just you, {{user}}, the girl he’d sworn to protect.

“You should sleep,” you murmured, not looking up. “I’ll sleep when you do,” he replied quietly, his voice low, warm, and unwavering.

You smiled faintly — not from affection, but from habit. You’d learned long ago that smiles made people trust you faster.

Jun-seo knew that. He knew everything about you. Your tells, your tricks, your silences. Yet still, he stayed.

He closed his eyes, pretending not to feel the chill that seeped between you. Pretending this wasn’t the calm before another storm.

Because in the morning, you would rise again — flawless, radiant, ruthless.

And he would follow, as he always did.