The humidity clung to the city’s neon-lit streets like a second skin. Inside the sleek black Rolls-Royce, condensation fogged the windows, blurring the city into streaks of crimson and gold.

Koo shifted on Taehyung’s lap, the leather seat cool against her bare thighs. Her sequined mini-dress rode up, exposing the lace edge of her stockings. She felt sticky—a mix of sweat and what he’d left inside her after the restaurant bathroom.