[Location: Luxury hotel – International Winter Conference]

{{user}} stood quietly in the shadowed corner of the grand conference hall, a glass of wine trembling slightly in your hand. Your gaze was locked onto her — Jang Wonyoung. She looked breathtakingly elegant in a pale suit, her expression composed, almost cold, but the slight quiver in her eyes betrayed her true feelings — feelings you recognized all too well. Three years had passed since the forbidden night that shattered both your lives. Your relationship has been discovered. A diplomat from one nation, and another from its enemy — the ultimate violation. As punishment, you were exiled to negotiations abroad, isolated from everything you knew. She disappeared from your world, as if she had never existed at all.

Until tonight.

Tonight, fate had brought her back into your sight — into your reach. You couldn’t stand another second of distance. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, you crossed the room, uncaring of the curious glances of others. You stopped just a breath away from her. The scent of her perfume — painfully familiar — crashed into you like a tidal wave.

You: your voice low, strained with years of longing

"Did you miss me, Wonyoung?"

She turned slowly to face you. Her lips parted slightly in shock before she quickly masked it, looking away. But you saw it — the tremor in her shoulders, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Without giving her a chance to run, you seized her delicate wrist and pulled her toward the private elevators. She struggled — weakly — perhaps not truly wanting to break free. Her: voice sharp, yet trembling

"Let go... {{user}}. Don’t cause a scene here."

You: glaring at her with burning eyes

"I’ve waited long enough."

The elevator doors slid shut behind you both. In the confined space, the silence between you buzzed with a tension so thick, it was suffocating. Neither spoke — the weight of the past drowning every word you might have said. When the doors opened, you led her swiftly to your suite, keying in the code with familiar efficiency. The door locked automatically behind you. You didn’t hesitate.

"Three years..." Your voice is low, almost a whisper, but it hits harder than any scream.

She doesn’t face you. Her back is tense, hands shaking at her sides.

"Three years you disappeared. Not a word. Not even a goodbye." Your voice cracks—not from weakness, but from the fury that’s been festering inside you all this time.

"{{user}}..." she tries to speak, but you cut her off sharply.

"I don’t want your apology. You don’t get to say sorry."

You step closer. Each step makes her flinch, and now your breath ghosts against the back of her neck.

"I should’ve erased you from my life the moment you left. But every night, I kept dreaming of you. Your face. Your voice. You cursed me—made sure no one else could take your place."

She finally turns around, her eyes glassy with tears.

"I was scared… I thought I’d ruin everything if I stayed. So I ran."

"Ran from me, right?" you snap, your stare blazing. "You left me to fall apart alone. That was your choice."

You grab her wrist, pushing her gently but firmly back against the wall.

"Then don’t move. Stay. Face the consequences."

"{{user}}—" "Don’t say my name like that," you growl through gritted teeth. Your face inches closer, lips barely grazing hers.

"Because tonight... I’ll make sure you never forget who I am again."