The city was a tapestry of lights and shadows, every flicker a testament to ambition, desire, and betrayal. For Seo-yeon, the skyline was a reminder of the decisions she had made—and the ones made for her.
Within the refuge of Hyun-soo's apartment, she discovered a measure of serenity. The simple decor, its lines pure and its color muted, stood in stark contrast to the madness that had been her existence. But even within this sanctuary, the pressure of Joon-woo's looming shadow was inevitable.
Hyun-soo watched her from the kitchen, his keen gaze tempered by worry. He stepped forward, bearing a cup of tea.
"You're safe here," he whispered, his tone a soft promise.
Seo-yeon took the cup, the heat spreading through her icy fingers. "Safety is an illusion," she said, her eyes far away.
Hyun-soo's face set in a stubborn line. "Not with me."
She looked at him, hunting for the honesty she knew was within him. But trust was something she could not afford.
