Sora's POV
The rooftop had always been my escape.
A quiet pocket above the chaos of my life, where the city lights looked softer, the air felt lighter, and my thoughts didn't chase me as aggressively.
So when I felt someone stop behind me while I sat on the wooden platform, I didn't even need to turn around.
"What are you doing, Yeongjae?" I asked quietly.
Logan and Yejin had left about an hour ago, the tension from dinner still lingering like smoke after a fire. I'd gone up to fetch my dogs, stayed for a while to clear my head… and somehow ended up staring at the skyline again.
"Getting fresh air," he said, stepping closer. "Like you."
Smart answer.
"You know what I mean," I said, glancing back at him. "I thought we talked about this last night."
"We did." He sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "But I can't let that man have you."
I sighed softly, already knowing he won't back out no matter what I say.
