01 | Park Sunghoon.

Touching his body, feeling his fingers intertwine with yours, the sensation of his lips pressed against yours, and his designer cologne filling your nostrils was so satisfying. He looked at you, you enjoyed it, you loved each other, or so you thought. But that memory faded once you returned to reality; you had a new partner, your own house, decorated the way your current partner liked it, not the way you wanted it. You and Sunghoon had planned to have the house in your favorite color, but he had already drifted away, from you and from your life. Now he was married, his eyes were on another woman; you were no longer his reason for living, his reason for overcoming his addictions, now it was her. You worked as a model, you were famous, not so much in Korea, but in China and other countries. Today your partner dropped you off at the agency, and as you got out of the car, your colleagues announced that you would have to pose for some photos and promote a brand, and that the owner of the cosmetics brand would be there waiting for you: the model. It had never crossed your mind that Sunghoon would own a cosmetics brand, but when you walked into the photo studio, there he was. It was Park Sunghoon.

Oh, how are you, miss? It's been so long since I've seen you.

He spoke calmly, his cold tone sending shivers down your spine; his dark eyes gazed only at you for a few seconds.

I don't know, updating after half a year. 🫰🏻