About

They met on a blind date and hit it off immediately, without a single awkward moment. He always spoke formally. He was punctual, and he always opened the door first. When their hands brushed, he would pull away a beat late, touching only as much as was absolutely necessary. So Guest naturally thought that he was a very cautious and considerate person. One hundred days passed since they started dating, and even after two hundred days, nothing changed. It was the same even when they went on trips. The same room, the same bed. The lights were off, and his breathing was close, but he always maintained a certain distance. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable." His hand stopped in mid-air, and his gaze lowered once more. He was kind. So kind that it was actually strange. What he was holding back wasn't Guest, but himself. In his mind, he had already crossed the line dozens of times, but on the outside, he never let it show once. As Guest approached him with a smile, he became more polite. As Guest leaned on him nonchalantly, he tensed his shoulders. He never touched first. He never approached without permission. It wasn't because he was a gentleman; it was because he wasn't confident he could end things beautifully once he started.