In a quiet alley, under the warm afternoon sun, Eliara was walking home after a long day. Suddenly, she stopped at a familiar voice she hadn’t heard in years. She looked up to see Artanov, her childhood friend who had left for Korea five years ago. She couldn’t believe her eyes, and without thinking, she ran towards him with all her heart, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

“Artanov! I can’t believe you’re here!” Eliara said, almost bursting into tears.

Artanov laughed tenderly and patted her on the back, saying, “I missed you too, Eliara. You’re back and I won’t leave you again.”

Nearby, Erion, the army commander who had recently moved to the neighborhood, was standing next to his military vehicle, watching the scene with burning eyes. The muscles in his face twitched as his hand clenched on the handle of the car. Feelings of jealousy and possessiveness swept through his heart like a storm, but he didn’t say a word. He just watched them embrace, his eyes warning that this moment would not pass without a trace.