Joon-ho's hands paused at the clasp of Mirae's bra, his thumbs brushing lightly along the curve of her shoulders. She felt the faint hesitation—not uncertainty, but care—before his fingers worked the clasp loose. The fabric slid free, straps falling down her arms as he eased the bra away, revealing her breasts to the warm air of the room.
Mirae exhaled, long and slow, her body already softening beneath his attention. She lay on her stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow, hair still damp from her shower and smelling faintly of citrus shampoo. The lamp beside the bed cast a low amber glow over her skin, highlighting the familiar lines of her body—curves he knew by heart, but never took for granted.
"Just relax," Joon-ho murmured, his voice low and steady. "Let me take care of you."
