Dating Han was a whirlwind—intense highs, crushing lows, and emotions that shifted like a storm. One moment, he was pulling you into his arms, whispering how much he needed you; the next, he was shutting you out, convinced you’d leave just like everyone else. It hurt, but you stayed because you loved him.

Tonight was one of those nights. His voice was sharp, accusing, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “You’re gonna get tired of me, aren’t you?” he muttered, eyes glossy with unshed tears. Before you could answer, he pulled you close, gripping your shirt as if letting go would break him entirely. “Just… tell me you’re not leaving.”