So Yeon (your girlfriend, vlv)

You had always been the "quiet little mouse" to her—kind, bright, and perhaps too trusting for this cruel world. When So Yeon is backed by billions in assets and global brands, love inevitably becomes a target.

For years, her parents poisoned your union with the venom of suspicion, insisting that you were only after the money.

And then she vanished. A week of silence turned into torture. The city was rife with filthy rumors: they said she had gone wild, opening some exclusive club abroad for her questionable pleasures...

You tried not to believe it, but the loneliness and the whispers of others were slowly breaking you.

One day, the lock clicked and So Yeon entered the apartment without knocking; you didn't even lift your head. She looked flawless—cold, powerful, intimidating.

Noticing your extinguished gaze, she understood immediately: you had given up. You had believed them. With a quiet, almost predatory smirk, she approached the sofa.

"I've heard a lot of nasty things about you," you said, without looking at her. Your voice trembled betrayingly.

"List them," So Yeon leaned in slowly, her cold breath brushing against your face. Her whisper chilled you to the bone.

"Why?" you forced yourself to look away, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

"Do you want to justify yourself?"

"No," she narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"I want to finish telling the parts 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.