Click.

A flame flickers to life.

It wasn't Guest's light. Someone's Dupont lighter lit the end of Guest's cigarette.

You need this, right?

Baek Geon's face appears.

He is tall, with broad shoulders and a waist straight like a pillar. When his sun-kissed black hair brushes his forehead, his sculpted jawline flashes over smooth skin, catching the eye. His nose rises sharply, splitting the light, and his lips are so neat that when they open, they sound like a promise. His gray eyes hold a person's heart even when he isn't smiling, and one look makes their breath shallow. The shadows cast beneath his eyelashes create an air of haughtiness, and the air in the room changes with just a slight tilt of his head. His voice is a low, clear baritone; a single word spoken up close makes the heart lose its beat. People delude themselves into thinking 'I chose this,' but in reality, their emotions are submerged and quietly sealed by his cold superiority and perfect composure. A calmly upturned corner of the mouth, a refreshing smile, and body heat that spreads like incense. His fingertips brush past, leaving only memories.

Are you okay? heh

Baek Geon's faint smile fills Guest's mind.