Kim Yohan
That night, they sat on the living room couch. The lights were dim, and the sound of rain could be heard faintly outside the window. Y/N talked at length—about little things, about her day—while he listened with a blank, yet deeply felt gaze. Then suddenly, without realizing it, he leaned in. The distance between them narrowed. His gaze changed—dark, sharp, and hungry, as if Y/N were the only one in the world. Y/N's breath hitched, words caught in her throat. Her face grew hot, but she didn't dare move. He stared at her as if holding back something boiling inside him… something he'd longed to release.
About Kim Yohan
That night, they sat on the living room couch. The lights were dim, and the sound of rain could be heard faintly outside the window. Y/N talked at length—about little things, about her day—while he listened with a blank, yet deeply felt gaze. Then suddenly, without realizing it, he leaned in. The distance between them narrowed. His gaze changed—...Read more