"No."
"Haejin."
"I said no."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
She studied him.
Like she was solving a puzzle.
Then changed tactics.
Smiled suddenly.
Soft and sweet.
"How was your flight preparation? You must be tired from all the rehearsals."
He blinked.
Thrown by the shift.
"It was fine."
"Just fine? You always push yourself so hard."
Her hands traced his shoulders.
Gentle now.
"I worry about you, you know."
"Yura—"
"Shh. Let me take care of you."
She guided him toward the bed.
He resisted.
"We don't have time for this."
"We have thirty minutes. That's plenty."
"For what?"
Her smile turned predatory.
"To remind you who you belong to."
She pushed him down.
He caught himself.
Sat on the edge.
She moved between his knees.
"You've been so distant lately."
"I've been working."
"Is that all it is?"
Her fingers found his tie.
Loosened it slowly.
"Or is there someone else occupying your mind?"
"There's no one."
"Liar."
She pulled the tie free.
