Chapter 100

• 6:30 a.m. The spring sunlight had just begun to spill against the tall apartment walls in Gangnam. Ivy was already in the kitchen, soft classical music playing in the background as she sliced smoked salmon for their breakfast croissants. The faint trace of bergamot from yesterday’s perfume experiment still lingered, mingling with the rising steam of freshly brewed Arabica coffee.
• In the bedroom, Josh stepped out of the shower with a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes were half-lidded with sleep, though his mind was already on the nine o’clock meeting ahead.
• “Bunny,” he called, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of a whine.