The city was just waking as LUNE's team gathered outside the production house, the sky bruised pink and silver over glass towers. Harin was first out of the car, a stack of folders under one arm and a steel-cold focus in her eyes. She barely glanced at the reflective pool in the courtyard or the clean, minimalist lobby—her mind already racing through her mental script, step by step.
Mirae stepped beside her, hair done in a soft wave, suit sharp, make-up flawless. She looked every inch the lead actress, but her knuckles were pale where she gripped her phone, thumb flicking over messages from Yura and Sena. Joon-ho's name popped up, a little encouragement: Knock them out, noona.
