The first fingers of dawn brushed across the Jeju skyline, pale orange spilling into the Grand Hyatt suite through a gap in the curtains. Floor-to-ceiling glass offered a quiet view of the waking city, the harbor lights flickering faint against the brightening horizon. The suite itself was still hushed, cloaked in the lingering warmth of the night before.
The bed was a sprawl of white sheets and soft pillows. Mirae lay half-curled beneath them, bare skin hidden under the down blanket, her hair fanned out across the pillow in dark tangles. Her breathing was deep but uneven, the kind of rest that comes only after exhaustion has broken and the body has finally surrendered. The faintest blush still colored her cheeks, though her forehead no longer burned with the headache that had plagued her the day before.
