The city lights blurred as Seo-yeon navigated the busy streets, her mind knotted in Hyun-soo's words.
"Joon-woo doesn't let people go."
She felt a shiver down her spine but shook it off. She wasn't some helpless female ensnared in a trap—she was fully aware of what she was doing.
Wasn't she?
Her phone rang in her palm, bringing her back to the present.
Joon-woo:Where are you?
She paused before typing out her response.
Seo-yeon:On my way home.
Within a moment, another message materialized.
Joon-woo:Come over to my house.
Her fingers rested on the screen. Part of her wanted to refuse—to resist, to show that she still had control. But another part… another part wanted to see him. To hear his voice.
She breathed out.
Seo-yeon: Why?
This time he called rather than responded. She gazed at his name lit up on the screen before she picked it up.
"Are you second-guessing yourself?" His tone was silky, goading.
"No," she lied.
