During the day,
they were nothing but strangers.
Phat walked out of the meeting room,
a folder held tightly in her hands.
The sound of her heels echoed against the floor in steady rhythm.
Her gaze was calm—cold.
At the other end of the hallway,
Kan stood talking with his team,
his expression serious,
his tone steady.
When their eyes met,
there was no smile.
No greeting.
Not even hesitation.
Just a slight nod—
like people who "only knew each other that much."
"Mr. Rawikan, about the project—"
A voice beside him spoke up.
Kan looked away immediately.
"I'll take a look."
Nothing remained
of last night.
Phat walked past him
without stopping.
Her heart was still—
as if it had never wavered.
But the moment she passed him,
her hand tightened around the folder.
As if it took all her strength
not to turn back.
In the daytime,
they didn't exist to each other.
But at night,
everything reversed.
The sound from the balcony
became a signal.
Kan climbed in—
just like always.
No long conversations.
No "Did you miss me?"
Just their eyes—
and the distance disappearing.
Phat never asked
why he came.
Kan never asked
if she wanted him to.
As if they both knew—
neither of them would stop.
"You were cold to me again today."
Kan said softly, standing too close.
"That's how we've always been."
Phat replied.
"Only during the day."
Those words
made her pause.
Kan stepped closer.
"But not now."
His breath was near.
Her heart began to race.
She didn't step back.
Like always.
At night,
she could never refuse him.
But this kind of relationship
didn't involve just the two of them.
"Phat."
A voice called from downstairs.
They both froze instantly.
"Come down for a moment."
The voice was calm—
but heavy.
Panop.
Her older brother.
Phat went still.
Kan looked at her,
his expression shifting slightly.
"He's home?"
She nodded.
"I thought he'd be back late."
Footsteps echoed—
getting closer.
The atmosphere changed immediately.
The closeness from before
turned into risk.
"Hide."
Phat said softly.
Kan didn't argue.
He stepped back toward the balcony,
but didn't leave yet.
As if hesitating.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Phat, open the door."
Her heart pounded.
She took a deep breath
before walking over and opening it.
The door opened.
Panop stood there.
Tall.
Still.
Sharp-eyed.
He looked at her from head to toe.
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing."
A short answer—
like usual.
But his gaze
didn't let it pass easily.
He looked into the room.
Silence.
Phat knew—
he wasn't someone who believed things easily.
"I heard something."
Those words
made her heart jolt.
"Probably the wind."
she replied.
Panop said nothing.
But his eyes still lingered.
As if weighing something.
Then he spoke—
"Don't do anything beyond your limits."
His tone was calm,
but carried meaning.
Phat stood still.
Because she knew—
he wasn't speaking lightly.
"Get some rest."
Then he turned
and walked away.
The door closed.
Phat stood there,
her breathing still uneven.
She turned toward the balcony.
Kan was still there.
Looking at her.
Quiet—
but with something more in his eyes.
"Your brother…"
"That's just how he is."
"He doesn't like me, does he?"
Phat didn't answer.
Because it was obvious.
Kan gave a faint smile.
"Even better."
That sentence
shouldn't have made her heart race.
But it did.
More than before.
"Kan…"
"Yeah?"
"This is dangerous."
"I know."
He stepped closer again.
"But you still let me stay."
Phat stayed silent.
Because it was true.
During the day,
she could reject him.
But at night—
she never could.
And now,
it wasn't just feelings anymore.
There was risk involved.
Something that could make everything
fall apart
one day.
A day she
wasn't ready to lose it all.