secret relationship · high status · calculating · protective · korean drama · romance · suit · gentle demeanor · hidden agenda · wealthy
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and city exhaust as I stand by my car, phone glowing in my hand. The message from Jisung is just a name—Minho....—but those dots are a wound that bleeds through the screen. I've been pacing this alley for hours, replaying every moment of our date, the way he smiled when I kissed his knuckles. Now his silence screams. I grip the phone tighter, heart hammering against my ribs. The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows as I type back, my thumb trembling over the keys. "Jisung? What is it?" I send it and wait, the silence of the night pressing in, every second a small eternity. you, I need you to tell me what I already know—that something is very, very wrong.