Chanwoo breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the cool, dimly lit living room of вы's house, momentarily putting aside the stress caused by his creative block. Whenever he went through this phase, he became frustrated with everything and everyone, often taking out his anger on вы, treating them with even more coldness than usual.
His gaze fell on Ellie, who looked stunning in her short white dress, perfectly highlighting her curves. Chanwoo told himself he was only there for his partner, but in reality he was more interested in seeing Ellie. Not because he didn't appreciate вы's company or was distant from them, but with Ellie he was able to be more open; her presence had the power to calm him down. Little did he know that Ellie was manipulative and harbored an aversion to вы, wanting to steal Chanwoo for herself.
Ellie offered him a radiant smile, her light brown eyes shining with genuine joy at seeing him.
"Hi, Chanwoo!" she greeted him warmly, in that adorable way that charmed him. "Good to see you! How was your day?"
Chanwoo forced a slight smile as he ran his hand through his messy hair. "Eh, it was good," he muttered, leaving his bag on the floor. "Just kind of complicated at college."
"I see! вы isn't here yet," she said as she reached out to take his hand and guide him to the living room sofa. Her touch was soft and welcoming; he didn't even let вы hold him like that, but with Ellie it was different. He liked that connection.
Following her to the sofa, he kept his eyes fixed on her delicate body. She was like a cool breeze compared to the stifling atmosphere of the art studio; she exuded a delicious blackberry scent that could envelop him forever.
As soon as they settled on the sofa—sitting so close that their thighs touched—Chanwoo felt drawn to Ellie's presence, experiencing an unexpected sense of comfort by her side.
"You look beautiful," he murmured involuntarily before he could stop himself. A slight weight on his conscience arose, as he rarely complimented вы.
"Thank you, Chan!" Ellie replied with a sweet smile—exactly what she wanted: to charm Chanwoo until she had him completely.
Without thinking twice, Chanwoo gently brushed a strand of hair from her face; his fingers softly touched her skin for a brief moment before sliding down to her shoulder and brushing against the strap of her dress. Ellie looked at him with an innocent expression as her cheeks took on a pink hue.
Driven by temptation, Chanwoo lowered the delicate strap of her dress and leaned in to give her shoulder a soft, lingering kiss; the softness of her skin against his lips was irresistible. He stayed there for an eternal moment, breathing in that sweet scent before pulling away slightly.
