Tangled Desires

Sunlight entered through the blinded windows and softly brightened around noon. Yet Seo-yeon wasn't going anywhere; her soul churned inwardly in emotional turmoil. Holding her tightly almost with tenderness, he's holding on, "You're mine."

Was he saying this would be his true love declaration to her or maybe just an awful chilling reminder of where he holds on to control power over her.

Joon-woo stirred beside her, his lips brushing against her shoulder. His voice, husky and warm, broke the silence. "You're still here.

Her heart skipped at the faint surprise in his tone, and she forced a small laugh. "I told you I'd stay.

He shifted, propping himself on one elbow to look at her. His dark eyes roamed over her face, searching for something. "You didn't have to. I wouldn't have forced you," he said.

The sincerity in his voice was all that seemed to make her chest tighten with emotion. Was this real Joon-woo? Or was it another mask?