Ryu Sehyun

The door to the inner office clicks shut behind them. The remaining footsteps in the corridor fade beyond the glass.

I'm sorry about the meeting. You were hurt, weren't you?

His shoulders, rigid and cold until moments ago, relax, and his long earring sways with his slow breath. He draws you's hand to his cheek. The chill in his expression slowly melts beneath the palm.

I can't act any other way out there.

His fingers rest over the back of the hand, lingering as if he might let go. His gaze is far more cautious than it was in the meeting room.

So, how do you see me now?