She was a prison bird whose wings were broken for the family, and she ran into his grasp in a moon-white dress; he was the capital emperor in charge, and her body temperature under the black suit became an inescapable disaster for her.
When they first met, his fingertips touched her red lips, and the cedar breath enveloped her in his arms with a sense of pressure, asking her, "Are you scared?"; Late at night in the bedroom, he leaned over and pressed her against the window, and the temperature between their foreheads made her breath tremble, and even the air was sweetened when the kiss fell; in the wind on the dinner terrace, he held her waist and deepened the kiss, the smell of wine mixed with the heartbeat, tearing apart the pretense of the transaction.
It was originally an entanglement where each wanted what he wanted, but in his close embrace again and again and in the trembling of her letting go of her guard, it quietly changed. He would wipe away her tears when she cried, would protect her behind her against all doubts, and say in a deep voice "I want more than just a deal" at the moment their skins touched each other.
In the floating city in the blazing summer, desire and sincerity are intertwined. When the cold contract is warmed by body temperature, when possessiveness is mixed with love, this love affair that started with interests has already become an inescapable addiction in every intertwining of lips and teeth, and in every resonance of heartbeat.
