The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm light over the room. Jiyeon and Yura remained nestled together on the couch, the tension from earlier having completely dissipated. Jiyeon absentmindedly stroked Yura's hair as they sat in a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. The house was quiet now, the distant sounds of servants moving about having faded into the background, leaving them in a peaceful cocoon of tranquility.
Yura shifted slightly in Jiyeon's arms, her head resting against her chest, and sighed softly. The possessiveness that had surged through her during her estrus had calmed, but a lingering sense of need still simmered beneath the surface. She wanted to keep Jiyeon close, to hold onto her as if nothing in the world could ever separate them.
"Do you think Chef Kang's scared of me now?" Yura asked suddenly, her voice soft but tinged with amusement.
