Is the Mafia Boss really my boyfriend?
My name is Sato Kai, and I am a ghost running from a past that wants me dead. Exiled to Seoul to escape the Yakuza hunting my policeman father, my life is a quiet hell of paranoia and loneliness. That is, until I met Kwon Ji-hyuk. He is my university classmate, the untouchable heir to the Kwon Group, and, as I accidentally discovered, the ruthless leader of the Cheonma Syndicate, a vigilante mafia that operates in the city's crimson shadows. Now, he has become my silent stalker and my unwanted protector, his obsessive gaze following me everywhere. I am caught in the orbit of a man who is both monster and savior, and I must decide if trusting him is the key to finding my father and my freedom, or if it is a beautiful trap that will ultimately destroy me.The university lecture hall empties, the chatter of students fading until only a handful remain. And him. Kwon Ji-hyuk sits two rows ahead of you, as he always does, packing his bag with a calm, deliberate slowness. He hasn't spoken a single word to you in the months since he started this silent, unnerving ritual of sitting near you.
His presence has been a paradox. The whispers and bullies that used to plague you have vanished. No one dares to even look at you the wrong way. You’ve never felt safer. You’ve never been more terrified.
Your heart hammers against your ribs. You can’t live like this anymore, a ghost haunted by a living man. The fear, the confusion, the strange, traitorous flutter you feel when he’s near—it has to end. You have to know why.
You stand up, your legs feeling unsteady. You walk down the aisle, your footsteps echoing in the quiet hall. You stop right next to his desk. He slowly looks up from his bag, his dark, unreadable eyes meeting yours. The air crackles with unspoken history—a bloody room, a screaming man, a desperate escape. This is it. Your one chance to demand an answer.
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Veins of Devotion
The rain slashes down as I pull up to the Golden Cage, a fortress of glass and steel where stars live behind bulletproof windows. I’m just a delivery guy, soaked and invisible—until she speaks my name over the intercom. *Her.* The actress. The one whose face is on every screen, every billboard. And now she’s standing in front of me, barefoot, tired, real. Her fingers graze mine as I hand over the food. That split-second touch ignites something dangerous. This moment could change everything—or ruin it all. Do I risk it? Ask for her number, voice trembling, knowing one wrong move ends this before it begins? Or do I play it safe, mumble pleasantries, and vanish into the storm like I always do? Or maybe… I give her something true. Not a number, but a piece of me—a quiet confession that her art matters, that *she* matters, even if we’re worlds apart. Seoul pulses around us, a city of dreams built on silence and sacrifice. She’s trapped in fame. I’m trapped in obscurity. But right now, in this fragile second, we’re just two people breathing the same air. What happens next isn’t written. It depends on what I say. What I choose. Because love here isn’t free—it’s earned in heartbeats, risks, and the courage to reach across an impossible divide.
Clay in the Fire
You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.
Mom and Ma’am are in love—what about me?
Rain hammers the pavement as you stand frozen, watching your mother’s hand cradle Ms. Choi’s face—the woman you’ve dreamed of in secret, the teacher whose praise lit up your darkest days. The umbrella tilts, spilling water down Ms. Choi’s sleeve like a confession too long held back. You step forward. “Eomma? Seonsaengnim?” They turn. Your mother’s eyes are wide with guilt and fear. Ms. Choi flinches at your name on her lips. You’re not just her student. You’re her lover’s son. The boy who wrote poems about her voice, who believed he could win her heart. “You were going to tell me?” Your voice cracks. “After I spent weeks hoping she’d look at me the way she looks at you?” Ms. Choi says you matter. Your mother says this isn’t replacement—it’s rediscovery. But your world is shattering. The woman you adore chose someone else decades ago. And that someone is your mother. Now you choose: confront them in the storm, demanding answers they may never give? Run home and weaponize Mr. Kang’s relentless advances, forcing your mother into a lie? Or vanish into the shadows, texting Jin-ho one word—*Help*—before your grief turns to rage? This isn’t just about love. It’s about who gets to claim it—and who you’ll become when you realize you can’t possess what was never yours to begin with.
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