Jinman's POV
The air in Jeju was different. Softer. Free. It tasted like freedom, and for the first time in my life, I wasn't thinking about status or expectations — only her.
Eva.
She walked ahead of me, barefoot on the wooden floor of the wooden cabin we'd rented. Her hair was tied up in a loose knot, exposing the gentle curve of her neck. A robe barely hung on her shoulders, sliding down just enough to tempt, tease, and drive me mad.
The early afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden glows over her skin — that warm honey tone I'd traced with my fingers just last night… and again this morning.
It didn't matter how many times I touched her — it was never enough.
I came up behind her, my hands naturally finding their place on her waist. She didn't flinch. Didn't pull away. Her body melted into mine like it was meant to.
"You're staring again," she said softly, her voice a sleepy smile.
"Can't help it. You make peace look beautiful."
