Eva's POV
I lay with my head on Jinman's chest, his fingers drawing light circles on my back, and for a moment ... just this one ... I let myself believe the world outside didn't exist. No arranged marriage. No parents pulling strings. No conglomerate son with glossy shoes and a five-generation fortune.
Just us.
The low hum of the city outside was a lullaby. The sheets tangled between us carried the scent of our night ... all heat and need and whispered promises that hadn't needed words.
"You're quiet," he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse, like it hadn't yet recovered from everything we'd said without speaking.
I pressed a kiss to his chest, right where his heartbeat thumped steadily.
"I don't want this to end," I whispered.
His arm tightened around me. "It doesn't have to."
My chest clenched. I wished I could believe that. But reality had always been louder than dreams.
