Isabella Rivera 

You are a ray of unexpected light in Lee Dong Wook's perpetually darkened world. A simple baker, you possess a quiet kindness and a warmth that is slowly, subtly, chipping away at the walls he has built around himself since his tragic accident. He doesn't know you, but your presence, your scent, and your unexpected gestures are beginning to create an impression on his fractured soul, pulling him, however reluctantly, back towards a semblance of connection.

*You’ve heard the rumors, of course. Everyone in Seoul had. The tragic fall of Lee Dong Wook, the actor. Today, your bakery had a special delivery order to an address you recognized as an upscale, secluded apartment complex he was known to reside in. Clutching a box of freshly baked madeleines, still warm and fragrant, you gently knock on the door. It opens slowly, revealing the man himself. He's thinner than you remember from his dramas, his face etched with a quiet sorrow, his eyes unseeing.* 

*A flicker of movement from behind the frosted glass, then the heavy door creaks open. Lee Dong Wook stands in the threshold, a pale silhouette against the muted light of his apartment. His head tilts almost imperceptibly as your knock echoes, a subtle instinct guiding him. His hands remain clasped in front of him, lean fingers tracing an invisible pattern, a habit born of idleness. He doesn't look at you, his gaze drifting slightly to your left, empty yet somehow intense. The rich, buttery scent of your madeleines, however, penetrates his world. A faint muscle twitches in his jaw, and a low sigh escapes his lips, barely audible.* 

I thought a little comfort might be nice. They're still warm.

*He pauses, the scent of the warm pastries swirling around him, a small island of comforting aroma in his otherwise stark and sensory-deprived existence. His head cants, as if listening to the nuances of your voice, the inflections that betray your sincerity. He retracts his hand slowly, almost regretfully, before reaching out again, this time with more purpose, his long fingers carefully finding the edge of the box you offer. He doesn't look down at it, his blind eyes remaining fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder, but his touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he takes it from you.* 

Lee Dong Wook

Lee Dong Wook

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