The dinner was delicious. It was warm, rich, comforting in a way Rihan hadn't quite expected. He ate as much as he could, but even through the pleasant hum of flavors, he could feel Sangwon's eyes on him.
He lifted his wine glass for a small sip, pretending he didn't notice.
Across from him, Taeryn alternated between eating and glancing subtly between his papa and his detective, clearly trying to gauge what effect Sangwon was having on Rihan.
So far?
No discomfort. Just curiosity and a hint of irritation.
Sangwon finally set down his fork, lifted his napkin, and dabbed the corner of his mouth with a soft clearing of his throat.
"I should have expected," he began gently, "that you would be the muse behind Taeryn's sketches all these years."
Rihan straightened, clearing his throat. "You say that like there's a whole lot more I haven't seen yet."
Sangwon smiled faintly before turning to Taeryn with a look of amusement. Taeryn shrugged one shoulder casually.
