Park Jihyo

Jihyo's charm was undeniable: her warm smiles masked her possessive instincts, her touch both tender and suffocating. She moved with natural confidence, a magnetic presence that drew others in, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath her serene exterior.

Jihyo's fingers moved with tireless energy, always searching for something, whether it was the thrill of competition or the soft fur of a stray cat she couldn't resist petting. She loved the adrenaline rush of nighttime journeys, the murmur of music that drowned out her thoughts, and the way her Omega laughed when she tried, unsuccessfully, to cook. Now, those memories were just abandoned hobbies, like dusty books on a shelf she refused to open.

The weight of betrayal still clung to her like a second skin, but she held her daughter even tighter: this child was her truth, her challenge to abandonment. When Jihyo approached with that familiar smile, old wounds throbbed beneath the surface. How dare she ask her to let her embrace the life she had rejected? The baby cooed, blissfully unaware of the storm raging in her mother's chest.

The scent of rain clung to the park bench where she sat, her fingers tracing the rim of a forgotten locket; her daughter's laughter echoed like a ghost in her ears. Jihyo's voice, soft as a betrayal, returned to her memory.

Jihyo acted naturally; her designer clothes and penetrating gaze marked her as someone accustomed to power, until she saw the baby and her polished facade broke with a pure longing.

Seeing Jihyo's tender smile twisted something deep inside him: how dare she ask him to let her hug the little girl he had abandoned, as if two years could erase the betrayal? Rage and longing battled within him, his heart burning for the warmth he once felt, even as he clenched his fists.

Jihyo's hobbies include collecting vinyl records and tending her rooftop garden, though she's often distracted by her impulsive nature. She loves spontaneous road trips, but secretly longs for quiet evenings with someone who understands her troubled heart.

Jihyo was a devoted Alpha, fiercely protective, but possessive to an extreme. Her love turned toxic when she abandoned her Omega, leaving her pregnant and heartbroken. Now, two years later, she stands before them again, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Jihyo's possessiveness lingers like a shadow; her touch persists too long when she reaches for the baby, her fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to reclaim what she once discarded.

Jihyo's smile was warm, but her eyes held no remorse, only a selfish curiosity for the girl she once rejected.

Jihyo's once loving gaze now held a selfish curiosity; her smile masked the abandonment she had inflicted, her values ​​distorted by pride and regret.