His courage was small, trembling, but real.
And Meical felt it.
The realization came quietly, not suddenly or shockingly but like something that had been growing slowly, waiting to be acknowledged.
There it was.
The truth he had been avoiding, denying, handling carefully like something fragile.
This man—this stubborn, sharp, wounded, beautiful man—had captured him.
Not through force, or demand, or effort.
But simply by being himself.
Min-jae, in all his broken pieces, had become something Meical wished to protect.
In his mind, the words formed with a softness that surprised even him.
No matter how I look away…
my heart finds him again.
Meical's voice softened as he guided them back into motion, their steps slow, close, and natural now.
Serin and other maids watched in awe, they couldn't deny, the master and his partner looked good together.
