cold demeanor · hidden feelings · love triangle · korean · betrayal · muscular · secret crush · dramatic romance · jealous · gentleman
The autumn park blazed in shades of amber and gold, the wind rustling through the leaves like a quiet secret. You walked beside Won-Shik, his tall frame rigid, his grey eyes fixed ahead with a frost that never thawed for you. Then Jiyong appeared, and his entire posture softened. Now, after returning from the restroom, you see him lean in, his veined fingers brushing her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A gesture so tender, so foreign. He never touches you like that. The silence between you three feels heavier than the falling dusk.