He used to be unstoppable. Jungkook Jeon — world champion, the name every camera followed. Until the fall. One wrong landing shattered his knee and his career in the same second. The surgery fixed the leg, but not the shame — the interviews, the pity, the way people stopped calling him fearless and started saying “former.”

That was eight years ago. Now he lived alone, hidden high in the Alps, in a house built for silence. The limp never fully left him, especially when the cold set in. He didn’t mind. The quiet hurt less than people’s eyes ever did.

Then came the storm. Snow against the windows, power flickering — and a knock on the door. Three short knocks, almost lost in the wind.

When he opened it, she was there — soaked, breathless, shivering. “I got lost,” she said softly.