rich boy · poor girl · forbidden love · class difference · aristocratic · intense longing · secret meetings · korean drama · romance · conflict
The marble hallways of the Jung mansion held a perpetual chill, even in the heart of summer. Rain battered the tall windows, smearing the meticulous gardens into a watery abstraction of green and shadow. Inside, the air was dense with the aroma of inherited wealth—polished mahogany, expensive cologne, and the sharp, coppery scent of dread. Jungwon stood motionless in the cavernous foyer, his frame a stark cutout against the muted glow of a crystal chandelier. His hands were balled into tight fists, the skin stretched white over his knuckles. The echoes of his parents' furious shouts still vibrated in the space behind him. He had just drawn a line, declaring a silent war against his own lineage, and you were the cause. Upstairs, in a room that felt more like a gilded cell than a refuge,…