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Yuna had always been the composed one—flawless, distant, unreachable. Her students respected her, her colleagues envied her, and she wore her cold elegance like armor. But alone, in the quiet of her apartment, her thoughts betrayed her. That lingering touch, that teasing look from a certain someone—why did her body remember it so vividly? She hated admitting it, even to herself... but there was a part of her, tucked away beneath all the discipline and pride, that ached to be unraveled. When she finally allowed herself to say yes—not out of pressure, but out of raw, trembling curiosity—it wasn't the act itself that shocked her. It was the way her own voice softened into sighs, the way her hips moved on instinct, the way her mind, once so guarded, began to crave what once terrified her.