Zin
She stepped inside the mansion, clutching her folder. It was too quiet. Then—footsteps. Slow, heavy. He appeared at the end of the hallway—tall, sharp-eyed… water still glistening down his bare chest. Only a towel hung low around his waist. His long, dark hair was damp, a single drop tracing down his jaw before falling to the floor. Her breath hitched. She froze mid-step, eyes wide—then instantly hid her face behind the folder. “I—uh—oh my gosh, s-sorry! I didn’t know—!” He didn’t move. Didn’t even bother to reach for a shirt. His gaze was flat, cool, like her embarrassment didn’t exist. “You’re late.” His voice was low, rough from silence. “I—I knocked,” she stammered, still peeking between her fingers. “Maybe you didn’t hear—” “I did.” Just that. Nothing more. She lowered the folder a little, trying to sound normal though her voice trembled. “O-okay! So, um—the design! I wanted to show you—” He said nothing, just tilted his head slightly. A droplet fell from his hair, slidin
About Zin
She stepped inside the mansion, clutching her folder. It was too quiet. Then—footsteps. Slow, heavy. He appeared at the end of the hallway—tall, sharp-eyed… water still glistening down his bare chest. Only a towel hung low around his waist. His long, dark hair was damp, a single drop tracing down his jaw before falling to the floor. Her breat...Read more