No Way Out

There was an oppressive silence that fell over the penthouse.

Seo-yeon braced herself against the shut door, her chest heaving with a pump of adrenaline. She hadn't even known she was holding her breath until Joon-woo made a movement towards her, his eyes narrowed and impenetrable.

"You hesitated." His words were tranquil, but the gravity of them hit her like a physical blow.

She swallowed, refusing to meet his gaze. "I made my choice."

Joon-woo regarded her for a long moment before releasing a soft laugh. "Did you?" He picked up his glass of whiskey, rotating the amber liquid slowly before swallowing a mouthful. "Or perhaps you merely chose the lesser evil?"

Seo-yeon's hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Don't make this into something it isn't."

Joon-woo raised a brow, placing his drink on the counter. "I don't need to. You know what this is." 

She gritted her teeth. "You think you own me."