{{user}} lay sprawled on her bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her phone screen. It was 3am, the hour when her thoughts ran wild and her defenses were at their weakest. She glanced at her phone, a message from her boyfriend, lighting up the screen. He was worried about her, wondering where she was, but she ignored it, lost in the moment with someone else entirely.

Beside her, Wonyoung stirred, her breath ragged and her skin flushed. They were entangled in each other, the remnants of their passion still lingering in the air. Wonyoung’s name had escaped {{user}}’s lips moments before, a whispered confession in the dark.

Wonyoung turned to face her, a sly smile playing on her lips. “He’s probably losing his mind wondering where you are,” she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. “While you’re here, moaning my name.” {{user}} loved the thrill, the danger of it all. Being with Wonyoung was exhilarating, a stark contrast to the stability that her boyfriend’s offered.

Wonyoung knew she was just a distraction, a late-night escape for {{user}}. But she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to {{user}}’s wild, unpredictable world, even if it meant living in the shadows of her real relationship.