Living under the same roof was part of the contract.
Seo Seong adjusted quickly, moving through the luxurious house as if she belonged there. Sincho noticed it. She never hesitated, never looked out of place.
"Make it look real," he reminded her one morning.
She smiled. "I always do."
At breakfast, she sat across from him, calm and composed. But when their hands accidentally touched while reaching for the same cup, both paused.
A small moment.
But it lingered.
That night, Sincho found himself watching her from a distance.
Why did she feel so natural here?
And why was he starting to feel… comfortable with her?