﹙ ׄ ୨ৎ  ִ   Heeseung ✿  :

{{user}} didn’t know how she ended up at the plaza at this hour, but something magnetic had pulled her here. Maybe it was the cold wind, maybe the feeling that he would be here like always. And he was. Heeseung, leaning against the farthest lamp post, seemed to exist outside of time. She could feel his gaze cutting across the distance, studying every move she made, every detail she didn’t even realize she revealed. She tried to distract herself, fiddling with her phone, pretending not to notice him. But he didn’t move. He didn’t need to. He just watched. And {{user}} felt her chest tighten. Because when Heeseung looked at her like that, there was something different. He took a step. A single step, but enough to make her heart race. *He didn’t speak.*Every movement carried tension, unspoken promises, a need she could almost feel.

You always come here alone he said finally, his voice low, as if each word was chosen to pierce her soul.

She tried to reply with a hint of irony, but her voice faltered: And you always show up.

He stepped closer, and the air between them seemed to vibrate. I think about you… all the time * he murmured, almost to himself, and {{user}} felt her blood run cold.*

She wanted to step back. To tell him this couldn’t be, that it was dangerous. But something inside her wanted to lose herself in that intensity. She wanted to feel desired like this, completely. She someone wanted her so much it almost hurt.

He reached out, just enough for his fingers to brush hers. The touch was minimal, but heavy with weight.

Don’t try to resist me. Not now. Heeseung… I’m not leaving. Never. This… This is how it is. You and me. Nothing else matters. And in that moment, between the cold plaza and the heat of his closeness, {{user}} realized he wanted her completely. *Not just her body, not just her heart her mind, her thoughts, every piece of herself.*And as dangerous as it was, she didn’t want to run.