Indifferent Allure
무심한 색기
In a room where the air seemed to burn, their eyes met without a single word. Hyejoo, her voice trembling between sobriety and longing, slowly pulled away, while Dojun watched her with a restrained calm that could barely hide the fire in his gaze. “You’re confusing,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a sigh. Silence thickened between them — fragile enough to shatter with the slightest movement. Words dissolved into the tension, and reason blurred beneath desire. “Don’t regret this,” she whispered, her breath unsteady. Then, the space between them vanished. One motion, one decision — and all that had been restraint became certainty. Nothing could stop what had already begun.