The city was alive with activity, its neon veins casting light over the darkness. But within the maze of streets, a darker game was afoot—one in which passions ran high, and stakes were precariously personal.
Seo-yeon stood in front of the mirror in Hyun-soo's guest room, her face a picture of turmoil. The burden of the past few days weighed heavily on her delicate shoulders. Her father's sudden invitation, no doubt arranged by Joon-woo, marked the increasing hold of a man not willing to let go.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Seo-yeon?" Hyun-soo's voice was soft but tinged with worry.
"Come in," she said, turning back to him as he stepped inside.
He looked at her for an instant, his black eyes scanning hers. "You're sure about this meeting? Joon-woo's schemes are clearly visible."
She frowned, pushing a wandering lock of hair behind her ear. "Hiding from it will only make things worse. I must meet him on my ground."
Hyun-soo's jaw clenched. "Then let me accompany you."
