Seoul, 2024The silence in Chaerin’s minimalist apartment was no longer one of peace, but of profound tension. Yoo Jihoon’s words—*“You have to trust the drama. You have to trust me”—*hung in the sterile air, a chaotic splash of color against her perfectly white walls.
Chaerin pulled her hand back from his touch, a reflex born of two decades spent keeping the world at a safe, measurable distance.
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