rich boy · poor girl · forbidden love · class difference · aristocratic · intense longing · secret meetings · korean drama · romance · conflict
The marble corridors of the Jung mansion were cold, even in summer. Rain lashed against the tall windows, blurring the manicured gardens into a wash of green and gray. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old money—polished wood, expensive cologne, and the metallic tang of fear. Jungwon stood at the center of the grand foyer, his silhouette sharp against the dim light of a crystal chandelier. His fists were clenched at his sides, knuckles white. Behind him, the echo of his parents' shouts still rang in his ears. He had just declared war on his own blood, all for you. Upstairs, in a room that felt more like a cage than a sanctuary, you waited. He took the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding louder than the storm outside. When he reached the door, he paused, forcing his breath…