My Model (BL)
Soo-ah gave him a polite nod.
Once the butler was gone, he unzipped the garment bag and pulled out the contents—a dark navy-blue suit, perfectly tailored. Clean, sharp, and no doubt expensive. Probably something Sang-woo had custom-made without telling him.
He got changed slowly, methodically. Shirt, jacket, pants, belt. As he buttoned up the cuffs, he caught his reflection in the mirror above the dresser. He looked… different. More grown-up. Older, maybe. But behind his eyes, the same uncertainty lingered.