The morning after he destroyed her dress and marked her breasts with his mouth, Aera woke to a text from JK that surprised her.

JK: Come over after class. I'll cook for you. And Aera... wear something I can remove easily.

She read it three times, her stomach fluttering. After what happened yesterday—the roughness, the dominance, the way he took control of her body—she expected more of the same. Demanding. Aggressive. Consuming.

But when she arrived at his mansion that evening, something had shifted.

Day One: Tuesday

The JK who opened the door was different from the man who had thrown her on his bed. He was barefoot in soft grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, hair damp from a shower, smelling like expensive soap and something warm—vanilla, maybe, or cinnamon from whatever he was cooking.

"Hey," he said softly, stepping aside to let her in.

"Hey," she whispered back, suddenly shy again.

He took her bag, took her hand, led her to the kitchen. He'd made pasta—simple, homemade, nothing like the gourmet meals he could probably afford. They ate at his kitchen island, thighs touching, stealing glances at each other like teenagers.

After dinner, he didn't throw her over his shoulder or rip her clothes. Instead, he led her to the living room couch, sat down, and pulled her into his lap so she straddled him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his hands settling on her waist.

She nodded, heart pounding.

He kissed her then—gentle, unhurried, exploratory. His lips were soft, coaxing hers open, tasting like wine and him. He kissed her for twenty minutes without touching her breasts, just learning her mouth, sucking her lower lip, tracing her jaw with his tongue.

When he finally slid his hands under her sweater, he did it slowly—lifting it over her head, folding it neatly, setting it aside. Then he unhooked her bra with careful fingers, peeling the straps down her arms like he was unwrapping something precious.

"Beautiful," he murmured, looking at her in the soft lamplight.

He cupped her breasts—squeezing gently, reverently, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened. Then he lowered his head and sucked her into his mouth.

But this time, there was no biting. No roughness. Just wet heat, rhythmic sucking, his tongue circling her peak with tender precision. He treated her like she might break, like she was made of glass and silk.

She moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest. He spent forty minutes there—switching between her breasts, licking, sucking, sometimes just resting his cheek against her warmth and breathing her in.

When her nipples were swollen and red, sensitive to the air, he stopped. Pulled her bra back on, helped her into her sweater. Kissed her forehead.

"Time for bed," he said. "You have class tomorrow. I'll drive you home."

He didn't ask her to stay the night. Didn't push for more. Just held her hand in the car, walked her to her door, kissed her goodnight like a gentleman.

She fell asleep touching the hickey he'd left near her collarbone—faded now, but still there. A reminder.

Day Two: Wednesday

She texted him at noon: Can I come over tonight?

His reply was immediate: Anytime. I'm home all day.

She arrived at 7 PM with homemade cookies—ridiculous, she knew, bringing cookies to a global superstar, but she didn't know how else to justify visiting again so soon.

He loved them. Ate three while standing at his kitchen counter, watching her with those dark eyes that seemed to see through her clothes already.

"Thank you," he said, licking crumbs from his thumb. "No one's baked for me in years."

They watched a movie in his home theater—some action film she couldn't follow because his arm was around her, his hand resting on her thigh, fingers drawing lazy patterns that drove her crazy. Halfway through, he paused the movie.

"Come here," he whispered.

She crawled into his lap again. This time, he undressed her slowly in the darkened room—sweater off, bra unhooked, her breasts exposed to the flickering light of the paused screen. He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the slope of her breast. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and kept her there for an hour.

While he sucked, he touched her everywhere else—her back, her waist, her hips—always gentle