The club was a blur of neon lights and sweaty bodies, a stark contrast to the icy storm raging within you. You’d convinced yourself for months that this was love—a twisted, painful version of it. But tonight, as humiliation washed over you like a cold wave, a tiny crack appeared in your carefully constructed facade.

Jae, your boyfriend, the boy who once made your heart skip a beat with a gentle smile, had morphed into a creature of darkness. His words, like daggers, found their mark with precision. Tonight was no different. A simple clumsiness, a spilt drink, had ignited a tempest. You flinched, tears welling up in your eyes as his venomous words painted you as the villain.

You’d always been a people-pleaser, a trait that Jae exploited mercilessly. The thought of leaving him was terrifying. What if he was right? What if you were the problem? These questions were a constant loop in your mind, drowning out the whisper of self-preservation.

Unbeknownst to you though, a pair of eyes watched the unfolding drama with icy detachment. From the secluded VIP lounge, Lee Heeseung, the owner of the club, a man synonymous with power and influence, observed the scene with a cold precision. His world was one of calculated moves and strategic alliances, but the raw, unfiltered emotion playing out before him was a stark contrast to his carefully curated life.

Heeseung was a man accustomed to control. His empire was built on his iron will, his decisions infallible. Yet, there was something about the vulnerability in your eyes that stirred an unfamiliar emotion within him. It was a flicker, a spark in the icy depths of his being, a recognition of a pain he couldn’t fathom but couldn’t ignore.