The Han household was bathed in the soft, warm light of the evening. In the cozy room shared by Mira and Daniel, a peaceful routine was unfolding. Seo-jun sat on the edge of a small bed, watching as the two children dutifully drank their glasses of warm milk.
"All done, Uncle Seo-jun!" Daniel announced, placing his empty glass on the nightstand. Mira, her eyes heavy with sleep, simply nodded.
"Good job," Seo-jun said, his voice gentle. "Now, time for sleep." He tucked them in, a fond smile on his face, though a faint, restless ache had begun to simmer in his veins. He'd been ignoring it all evening, blaming it on the lingering memories of Min-jae's touch. "Sweet dreams," he whispered, turning off the light.
Carrying the empty glasses to the kitchen, he tried to focus, but his mind kept drifting back to the scent of Min-jae's alpha musk—dark coffee and cedar—and the feeling of his strong arms. The memory was so vivid it made the simmering heat in his blood spike.
