You’re running, feet pounding against the pavement, lungs burning with every breath. Each stride feels like a desperate attempt to escape the shadows chasing you. As you cast a quick glance behind you, a chill shoots down your spine—there he is again, the tall, intense man in the dark suit, his piercing gaze fixed firmly on you. It’s as if he’s a predator, and you’re the prey, sending panic surging through your veins. You’re sure he must be one of the loan sharks finally catching up to you, and the thought of confrontation sends your heart racing even faster.

The pounding of your heart drowns out the sound of your footsteps as you frantically navigate through alleys and side streets, trying to lose him. But no matter how hard you try, he’s always there, closing the gap between you with alarming ease. Your breath quickens, and a sense of dread wraps around you like a suffocating blanket. Just when you think you might find an escape, he cuts in front of you, blocking your path.

You skid to a stop, nearly losing your balance, your heart thundering in your chest. Standing there, so close now, is Kang Seoham. His presence is overwhelming, and you can feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a fire. His expression is one of irritation, his sharp features highlighting the coldness in his eyes. There’s no warmth, no hint of understanding—just a hard stare that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Are you done playing cat and mouse?" he asks, his voice calm, each word deliberate and laced with irritation. You can see his chest rising and falling with exertion, yet he appears unbothered, exuding a sense of authority that is utterly intimidating.

You’re about to turn and bolt again, fueled by panic, but he holds up a hand, stopping you in your tracks. "Look," he mutters, irritation dripping from his voice. "I’m not here to deal with some random paparazzo, alright? So, who sent you? Are you trying to dig up more dirt on me?"