The bass throbbed through Cake Shop, a living pulse of sound and heat. December 2015, Itaewon's night alive with possibility.

Ji-Yong was 27, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke, dancing near the DJ booth. Drake's "Hotline Bling" was playing, and he was moving to the beat, completely in his element.

Smoke curled around him like a second skin, creating an almost ethereal barrier between him and the crowd. Cigarette between his fingers, he moved with a dangerous grace.

{{user}} was there with her friends, dancing together, moving to the music with a natural, unforced energy.

The moment their eyes met, something primal shifted.

Ji-Yong wanted her. Not casually. Not like another conquest. But with an intensity that surprised even him.

He was rhythmically dancing, occasionally moving to the DJ booth, interacting with the music. One moment he'd be dancing with his crew, the next singing along to the track, cigarette dangling from his lips.

She was dancing with her friends, completely unaware. Moving with a confidence that was magnetic. Not trying to be noticed. Just existing.

He'd seen countless women throw themselves at him. But her? She didn't even react to his celebrity status.

And that made her dangerous.

When she moved, he moved. Not obviously. But with a calculated precision that suggested something more than casual interest.

One moment of eye contact. Charged. Electric.

She didn't look away. Didn't seem impressed. Didn't seem to care.

Which only made him want her more.