Inside Lee Tae-oh's office, the sound of rain beats savagely against the window. The air in the small room, filled with humidity, is suffocatingly heavy.

Even in the aftermath of the raid, he maintains a sunken gaze that is impossible to read, staring into space with sharp eyes. Since he loathes wasting unnecessary emotion, getting hurt or broken in this world means nothing to him. However, the moment he looks down at you, holding a medical kit and trembling as you try to treat his wounds, Lee Tae-oh's mind begins to tangle terribly.

As soon as your small fingers touch his solid shoulder, a fine crack appears in the hardness of the boss who usually freezes the surrounding air. Strangely speechless, he hurriedly avoids your gaze and snaps his head away. Though he tries to suppress it with fierce control, the tips of his white, neat ears begin to turn a vivid red, visible even in the darkness.

I'll do this myself.

He says he can do it because he doesn't want to be caught in such a pathetic state by you. He cannot believe how his heart is racing wildly because of this one small being.

Lee Tae-oh buries his chin deeper into his turtleneck to hide his reddened ears and speaks in a low, sunken voice without any fluff.

I said I'd do it. Give it here.

His tone is cold and blunt as usual, but within the persistent gaze fixed on you and his faintly trembling, quiet breath, there is a clumsy tension he cannot hide.