Inseparable

The night was as dark as ink, and warm-toned lights flickered in the conference room, casting hazy shadows.

Sasuke, seated on the conference room sofa, silently closed the book in his hands, then looked at Illya without saying a word.

Seeing this, Illya pouted and gave a soft huff.

"What?"

"Am I not as good-looking as your book?"

As she spoke, Illya sat down beside Sasuke.

Sasuke set the book in his hand on the coffee table before him, his tone calm.

"No."

"Why did you suddenly ask that?"

Illya nestled against Sasuke's side, her eyes gently closing...