The boutique lights glowed warm against glass and polished tile, throwing soft reflections over racks of carefully curated outfits. RAZA's flagship in Jeju Mall always smelled faintly of cedarwood and new fabric, a scent meant to soothe shoppers into indulgence.
But Mirae barely noticed any of it.
Her entire attention was fixed on the man standing in front of the full-length mirror. Joon-ho shifted his weight as she fussed over him, adjusting the lapel of a blazer she'd just insisted he try on. The tailored cut hugged his broad shoulders too perfectly, the crisp white shirt beneath making him look like he'd walked out of a glossy spread.
Mirae's lips pursed as she studied him from different angles, circling once, then tugging at his sleeve to roll it halfway up his forearm. "Better," she murmured to herself. "Much better."
Joon-ho's brow arched slightly. "You're treating me like a mannequin."
