Loving Hyunjin was never safe. It was intense, all-consuming—like standing too close to a flame, knowing it could burn but craving the heat anyway.

His hands traced over your skin like a silent vow, his eyes holding promises too deep to put into words. "You don’t get it, do you?" He murmured, voice low, possessive. "I’d tear the world apart if it meant keeping you."

Maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was dangerous. But as you looked into his eyes, you knew—you were already too far gone to turn back now.