Silas sat alone on the rooftop of his temporary apartment in Seoul, looking at the city below but his brain didn't register the scenery.
His mind was elsewhere, caught in the aftermath of his encounter with Ji-Yeon.
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly. The cool night air brushed against his face, but it did little to soothe the unease in his chest.
The kiss, the intensity, the moment they had shared—it all felt very strange, like it belonged to someone else, and not him.
"Why did I let it happen?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
The question lingered, unanswered. He had replayed the encounter over and over in his mind, searching for clarity.
The way Ji-Yeon's presence had drawn him in, the magnetic pull he couldn't resist—it was as if something beyond his control had taken hold of him.
