The tension that had been quietly wrapping around the two grew taut.
…Seems he even heard the comms. Expression drained from Jioh’s face. He answered coolly.
“And if so?”
“Stealth is the virtue of assassination; you’re a lax assassin. Should you be this brazen before your target?”
“What do you want, I’ve got a lionheart trait. Now that it’s all blown, I have to rethink how to kill you quietly, so don’t talk to me.”
“So thorough. Need any help?”
“Thanks, but I’ll paaass.”
He even lifted a hand primly. The sight was shameless—and absurdly, it made his stomach flutter.
Jin Gyeoul didn’t bother to hide the corners of his mouth climbing.
How long had it been since he’d smiled like this. So Winter asked again, in that languid way.
“Shall I die for you.”
“…What?”
“It wouldn’t be impossible. My life has only regret left anyway. If it ends in such hands, that ending wouldn’t be so bad.”
He tapped the tips of Jioh’s fingers lightly, as if teasing. His languid voice grew even…