Rihan stared at his tablet on the dining table, the screen frozen on the recording taken from Haejin's office.
He and Taeryn had deliberately placed the device beneath the table. It was obvious enough to be noticed if Haejin was perceptive. Rihan had only activated it once Haejin walked in.
He was dressed in a loose shirt and relaxed pants, exhaustion clinging to him as he let out a heavy sigh and headed to the kitchen.
He poured himself a cup of coffee just as Taeryn, freshly showered, entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms tightly around him from behind.
Rihan smiled softly and took a sip.
"I don't understand how you drink that without any sweetness," Taeryn muttered.
He was still clearly grumpy from the plug and Rihan found himself feeling a strange mix of fondness and pity. Especially because, beneath it all, Taeryn was obedient in a way he rarely admitted.
