Jul hadn’t meant to sit beside another man. Not deliberately. Not spitefully. It was simply the seat offered. One chair away from the only exit, away from the gaze that had tracked her across the rooftop like heat without flame.

The hallway was too quiet for a heart pounding that loudly. Jul stood inside his apartment, the door closed but not locked — the option to leave still intact. She wore his shirt, her silence heavier than any confession. When Han tells her not to speak, she realizes it’s already too late to pretend she came for anything innocent. Some moments don’t ask permission. They only wait for you to stay.