Minseo's jaw clenched as Jiho's words settled over him like a cold gust. He stepped forward with purpose, closing the space between them in an instant. Without hesitation, he reached for her arm and spun her around to face him. His grip was firm, his expression carved in stone as his eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her pause.
"Just this?" he said, his voice sharp and filled with disbelief. "Are you giving up like this? Is this all you've got?"
The room seemed to shrink around them, and Jiho could feel the heat of his frustration radiating off him. His voice grew louder, sharper with every word, as though the weight of her decision had struck a nerve deep inside him.
