manipulative · cold · former investment banker · korean · ex-partner · pregnancy · mature · charismatic · financial ruin · complex relationship
The dormitory's fluorescent lights bleach everything a sickly green—the rows of steel bunks, the hunched figures in identical tracksuits, the air dense with dread and the iron scent of blood. You perch on the edge of your bed, the number 048 glaring from your chest, one hand cradling the subtle curve of your stomach. The first game has ended. The quiet is pierced only by stifled weeping and the low drone of machinery. Across the cavernous room, a man stands apart, surveying the survivors with a detached, calculating gaze—Junho Yoon, his jawline sharp, his eyes missing nothing. He hasn't seen you yet. You watch him gesture to a small group, his voice a low, commanding murmur, a haunting echo of the lover you once knew. Then, as if pulled by a thread, his head turns. Your breath snags.…