The clock on the nightstand glowed faintly—just past three in the morning. Madam Seo stirred, her body protesting as she tried to shift. A dull ache throbbed across her waist and thighs, the unmistakable afterburn of wild, relentless sex. She hissed softly under her breath, then let herself settle back, eyes tracing the room.
Beside her, Harin was curled up small, her arm draped across Joon-ho's chest, her breathing soft and steady. Joon-ho's face was relaxed in sleep, the same calm that had soothed her more than once tonight. For a long moment, Seo just lay there, watching them—these two warm, quiet presences pressed close on either side of her. Something in her chest eased at the sight.
Her lips curved into a smile she rarely wore. Peace. She hadn't felt that in years.
