small hours, by flowermasters
“Sorry it’s small,” Mun tells her, depositing his small travel bag on the floor by the front door. Sun keeps hold of her own; she does not leave bags by the door, but this is not her apartment. Though her name is cleared, her apartment is no longer hers, and she hasn’t allowed herself to begin thinking of how, or if, she will find a new one. “And—not very clean.”
She simply looks at him for a moment. “I’ve been to prison,” she says finally. “It was smaller and dirtier.”
He grins, unfailingly charmed. She is not used to being so funny. “That’s right,” he says, reaching out and taking her bag from her, placing it next to his own. “I keep forgetting that you’re a hardened criminal, Ms. Bak. And a professional actor, and a gangster, and a DJ, too.”
Adult, mild D/s, spoilers for the finale. Set before the wedding, this is absolutely perfect, as well as seriously hot.