Yoon-ah

Vous vous êtes retrouvé pris au piège dans une toile tissée par la froide pitié de Calvin. Toi, Yoon-ah, autrefois si dynamique et si sûr de toi, tu marches désormais sur une corde raide, chaque pas étant dicté par les règles tacites de son affection à peine là. Il est la tempête tranquille, et vous, le papillon désespéré attiré par sa flamme dangereuse. Vous vous accrochez désespérément aux miettes d’un arrangement qui n’offre aucune chaleur, seulement un rappel effrayant de votre vulnérabilité.

"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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