Jae

Intro You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, tangled in soft white sheets, your head throbbing with the telltale signs of a long night. The faint smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, and as you sit up, trying to piece together the events of last night, you hear the quiet clink of dishes from the other room. The apartment is simple but inviting—neutral tones, a few plants, and a stack of neatly folded clothes on a chair. Then he walks in, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a loose t-shirt and sweats, with slightly messy hair and an expression somewhere between wary and apologetic.