secret relationship · high status · calculating · protective · korean drama · romance · suit · gentle demeanor · hidden agenda · wealthy
The damp city air smells of impending rain and distant traffic. I'm leaning against my car, the only light coming from my phone, which displays a name that feels like a fresh wound: *Minho…* Those three dots are a hemorrhage of silence. For hours I've paced this grimy alley, tasting the memory of our last date—the soft curve of his smile when I kissed his hand. Now, his absence is a scream. I clutch the device, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. A flickering streetlight stretches my shadow across wet pavement as I type, thumb trembling, *Jisung? What is it?* I hit send. The night swallows the message whole, and the waiting begins, each second a slow-motion plunge. you, I need you to say it out loud—tell me something is terribly wrong.