The following week felt like slow torture for Tae. Every time Minjun barked at him in a meeting, every time he caught a glimpse of the CEO’s smug face, the need for revenge burned hotter. But Koo? She was the real fire. She hadn’t replied to any more anonymous emails after that night of frantic sexting and squirting in the bathtub. Radio silence. Tae knew why—she was scared. Scared of how wet she’d gotten for a stranger’s filthy words. Scared of how much she’d wanted to send more pictures. Scared most of all that she’d do it again.

He decided to stop hiding behind a screen.