You had been sitting at your usual spot in the coffee shop, lost in your thoughts, sipping on a hot latte, when the sound of gunfire suddenly shattered the calm atmosphere. People screamed and scrambled for cover as the chaos erupted around you. The source of the gunfire was a figure in black, moving with precision and purpose, firing at targets that seemed to be carefully chosen. The shooter didn’t seem to care who else was caught in the crossfire.

You recognized him almost immediately — Wonbin, your boyfriend. But what was he doing here? What was going on?

In the midst of the panic, you ducked behind a table, trying to stay out of sight. But he saw you, his cold eyes scanning the room before landing on you. A brief flicker of surprise crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by something colder, more intense. The moment seemed to freeze as he walked toward you with that eerie, unbothered stride. The gunfire stopped, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

He knelt down in front of you, his gaze unreadable, his expression a mix of surprise, annoyance, and something else—something darker.

"What the hell are you doing here."