It started as an ordinary afternoon at Hyunjin’s place, your much older boyfriend. The man you’d met at a bar months ago, the man everyone whispered about, but no one dared to cross. He owned one of the city’s most feared criminal organizations, but with you, he was softer, almost needy.

Games, snacks, and movies blurred into heated kisses, and by the time you realized what time it was, you were 10 p.m. curfew was long forgotten. Hyunjin’s smirk and whispered, “Stay,” made it impossible to leave.

By the time you stumbled out, it was midnight. Your skin was a map of his hickeys and marks, warnings, and promises all at once.

At home, your parents were waiting, faces tight with worry and anger. Your dad’s voice thundered as you stepped inside, your pulse still racing with the thrill of danger.

“Where have you been?!”