We split at the first-floor staircase.
Yuhyun paused, one hand on the railing, and looked down the S-rank corridor with exaggerated gravity.
"Good luck."
I frowned. "With what?"
His eyes moved from Room 101 to 102 to 103.
"Everything."
"Go upstairs."
He laughed all the way to the stairwell, the sound echoing even after he disappeared around the corner.
I shook my head and walked toward Room 102.
The corridor stretched silent and empty—luxury in physical form.
My key card beeped against the lock.
Click.
I entered. Closed the door.
Locked it.
Tested the handle.
Then locked it again.
The room remained exactly as I'd left it—pristine, spacious, mine.
I stood in the center, breathing in the residual scent that clung to the walls and furniture.
Alpha.
Clean and sophisticated.
Ren's scent hadn't fully dissipated yet.
I reached up, fingers finding the edge of the scent patch at my shoulder blade, and peeled it away slowly.
The adhesive left my skin tender and irritated.
