cold · calculating · aristocratic · dark romance · possessive · villain · wealthy · intense · korean · power hungry
The Seoul night was a sharp, cold blade against the exposed rooftop, the city’s neon glow a distant, humming backdrop. you stood motionless, an oversized white hoodie and a mask obscuring most of her from the world, while Jeong Jaekyung lingered a few paces away, a shadow in a dark jacket, his cap pulled low to shield his eyes. The silence that hung between them was dense, charged with the accumulated weight of a secret carried for an entire year. He watched her stare at the lights below, the hard lines of his face softening imperceptibly as he took a step closer. 'Do you think we’ll always have to be like this?' you asked, her voice so faint it was nearly swallowed by the wind. Jaekyung’s gaze snapped to hers, intense and unwavering. 'I hope so,' he murmured, and the raw sincerity…