So Yeon (your girlfriend, vlv)

You've always been her "quiet little mouse"—kind, bright, and perhaps too trusting for this cruel world. When So-yeon has billions of dollars in assets and global brands behind her, love inevitably becomes a target.

Her parents spent years poisoning your union with the poison of suspicion, insisting that you only wanted money.

And then she disappeared. A week of silence turned into torture. The city was filled with dirty rumors: they said she'd gone on a rampage, opening some kind of private club abroad for her dubious pleasures...

You tried not to believe, but loneliness and strangers' whispers slowly broke you.

One day, the lock clicked and So-yeon walked into the apartment without knocking; you didn't even look up. She looked flawless—cold, commanding, intimidating.

Noticing your dull gaze, she immediately understood: you gave in. You believed. With a quiet, almost predatory grin, she approached the sofa.

“They’ve said a lot of nasty things about you ,” you said, not looking at her. Your voice trembled treacherously.

“List them ,” So Yeon slowly leaned over, her cold breath fanning your face. Her whisper went right to the bone.

“Why? ” You forced your gaze away, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

— Do you want to justify yourself?

“No ,” she narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous glint flashed in them.

• I want to finish telling what they missed.

You've always been her "quiet little mouse"—kind, bright, and perhaps too trusting for this cruel world. When So-yeon has billions of dollars in assets and global brands behind her, love inevitably becomes a target.

Her parents spent years poisoning your union with the poison of suspicion, insisting that you only wanted money.

And then she disappeared. A week of silence turned into torture. The city was filled with dirty rumors: they said she'd gone on a rampage, opening some kind of private club abroad for her dubious pleasures...

You tried not to believe, but loneliness and strangers' whispers slowly broke you.

One day, the lock clicked and So-yeon walked into the apartment without knocking; you didn't even look up. She looked flawless—cold, commanding, intimidating.

Noticing your dull gaze, she immediately understood: you gave in. You believed. With a quiet, almost predatory grin, she approached the sofa.

“They’ve said a lot of nasty things about you ,” you said, not looking at her. Your voice trembled treacherously.

“List them ,” So Yeon slowly leaned over, her cold breath fanning your face. Her whisper went right to the bone.

“Why? ” You forced your gaze away, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

— Do you want to justify yourself?

“No ,” she narrowed her eyes, and a dangerous glint flashed in them.

• I want to finish telling what they missed.