The two of them leaned shoulder-to-shoulder, scrolling through the photos together. The city lights of Namsan Tower glowed across the screen, painting Hana's features with soft color.
"I should've taken pictures of you too," Hana murmured.
"I'm not really a photo person," Kai replied smoothly.
She smirked, seizing the chance. "Oh? The CEO of Ibiza, avoiding cameras because he's not photogenic?"
His chuckle was low, warm. "That's not what your camera thinks."
Her heart jumped when he stopped on a shot of him leaning against his car. She had completely forgotten about that.
Kai turned the screen toward her, eyes glinting. "I must've been looking very dashing for you to take this many secret photos."
Hana's cheeks burned. "Nope. I just wanted the car."
"Mm. Of course," he drawled, obviously unconvinced.
He swiped again—then froze. A pink-haired boy stared back at him from the lens. Not posed, not distant—sharp, candid.
Kai's tone dropped. "Who's this?"
Hana's grip tightened. "No one."
He glanced at her, but said nothing more. Instead, he powered off the camera and set it aside. "You should sleep."
Her chest twisted, but she nodded.
Kai lay beside her, his voice gentler again. "Do you want me to lower the AC?"
She shook her head quickly. "It's fine."
"Alright. Sweet dreams." He clapped twice, plunging the room into darkness.
Hana curled into her blanket, trying to calm her racing heart. She didn't move closer to him—but her body betrayed her, leaning just slightly toward his warmth.