The private jet sliced through the sky, its engines humming steadily as clouds drifted past the windows like slow-moving waves.
Inside the cabin, everything was quiet.
Soft lighting filled the space, leather seats arranged neatly, and a faint scent of luxury lingered in the air.
Yuna sat comfortably in her seat, one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a glossy magazine. Her pink hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, contrasting beautifully with her sharp grey eyes.
She wore a fitted black top that hugged her figure, paired with a short jacket left open, subtly highlighting her curves. Her posture was relaxed, confident, and effortlessly captivating.
Beside her sat Arthur.
He leaned back lazily, resting his face on one hand, looking completely bored. He wore a black T-shirt under a sleek black blazer, paired with black jeans that fit him perfectly. His jet-black hair was slightly messy, giving him a careless charm, while his red eyes carried a sharp intensity.
