The sunbeams streaming in from the blinds grew less harsh as the morning wore on. Seo-yeon remained motionless in Joon-woo's arms, her thoughts a maelstrom of opposing feelings. His arms closed tightly around her, near tender, but the burden of his words remained.
"You're mine."
It was unclear to her if it was a promise of devotion or a cold reminder of his possession.
Joon-woo shifted beside her, his lips grazing her shoulder. His voice was low and rich, a warm stirring. "You're still here."
Her pulse skipped over the slight surprise in his words, and she laughed again, a small sound. "I said I'd stay."
He rolled, reclining on one elbow to study her. His dark eyes traveled over her face, searching. "You didn't have to. I wouldn't have made you."
The earnestness in his tone constricted her chest. Was this truly Joon-woo? Or just another guise?
"I know," she spoke softly, looking up at him.
