Mio's POV
I wondered how I was going to indulge my perverted voyeurism and peek in on whatever illicit activities were about to unfold in the room next door. The shared balcony with its glass windows was an option, but the risk of getting caught out there was far too high. The keyhole, just like last time, offered the perfect, low-risk vantage point. The other tenants were out, leaving the hallway utterly silent. No one would catch me crawling up to someone else's door like the absolute degenerate I was.
Wasting no time—terrified I might miss even a second of the action—I scrambled out and crept my way over to Loona's door.
Peering through the tiny metal opening, I spotted the handsome security guard just starting to strip. A fleeting, pathetic remnant of my morality whispered that this was wrong, that spying on someone's private intimacy was a line only a deeply broken, morally bankrupt person would cross.
