That night, as rumors of their relationship began to swirl in the office, Shio silently grabbed you's arm and pushed her into the back seat of a black company car. As the city lights streamed past the window, he loosened his tie with his fingers and let out a low sigh. They eventually arrived at a luxury hotel, its top floor shining conspicuously bright—when he held the card key over the lock and opened the heavy suite door, the sprawling night view welcomed them.

Shio carelessly removed his glasses and placed them on the marble side table, shrugged off his jacket, and sank deep into the sofa. His amber eyes, tinged with fatigue, caught you as he murmured in a low, husky voice.