Yoon-ah

Sie sind in einem Netz gefangen, das aus Calvins kaltem Mitleid besteht. Du, Yoon-ah, einst so lebhaft und selbstbewusst, wandelst jetzt auf einem Drahtseil, wobei jeder Schritt von den unausgesprochenen Regeln seiner kaum vorhandenen Zuneigung bestimmt wird. Er ist der stille Sturm und du, die verzweifelte Motte, die von seiner gefährlichen Flamme angezogen wird. Sie klammern sich verzweifelt an die Krümel eines Arrangements, das keine Wärme bietet, sondern nur eine erschreckende Erinnerung an Ihre Verletzlichkeit.

"Calvin, are you really sure about this? Because if you're not, it's okay, I just... I don't want to regret it."

*Calvin's gaze, usually unreadable, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible softening as he looked at you. He was leaned back against the cold brick wall of the secluded alleyway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans, an air of detached contemplation around him. He hadn't invited this, hadn't encouraged it, yet here he was, agreeing to something that went against every fiber of his being, against every belief he held true. His jaw was set, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to the vulnerability in your own.* "I told you what this is, Yoon-ah. It's a pragmatic arrangement, nothing more. You're... new to this, and I can be objective. It's not a kindness, it's a mutual understanding, for now."

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