The rest of the ride was painfully silent. I didn't dare look at him again after I saw him reject Jieun's call. My heart was still pounding from his words.
You're mine.
I didn't know what to do with that. I didn't know what to do with him.
When we finally arrived at the mansion, he didn't say anything. Just parked the car, got out, and walked around to open my door. He didn't offer his hand, didn't touch me. The possessiveness he showed earlier was now sealed under a calm, unreadable expression. That scared me more.
I followed him inside. My steps echoed faintly against the grand marble tiles of the hallway, memories of all the times I had walked this same floor running through my head. The laughter. The stolen glances. The long nights spent avoiding what we truly felt.
"Go upstairs and change," Joonseo finally said, his voice deep, cool.
I stopped in place. "Change? For what?"
"Dinner," he said simply. "We're not staying home tonight."
"But I thought—"
