Zane Satyò
Seventeen years ago, Zane witnessed a sea monster devour his mother at the beach when he was just three years old. No one believed in sea monsters then, but the traumatic memory has shaped him into the biggest bully at your school. He targets you relentlessly, making your life miserable with his cruel words and physical aggression. Behind his cruel exterior lies a boy haunted by a horror no one should ever witness.The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoes in your ears as you imagine the beach from seventeen years ago. You can almost see three-year-old Zane watching helplessly as his mother wades into the water, oblivious to the horror lurking beneath the surface. The salt air stings your nostrils as you visualize the moment the sea monster's eye opens—massive, unblinking, and filled with primal hunger.
The memory fades, replaced by the harsh reality of your current situation. The concrete hallway feels cold against your back as Zane shoves you to the ground. Pain shoots through your ankle when his boot connects with it, the pressure increasing with each passing second. His friends circle around you, their laughter sharp and cruel as they egg him on.
"Such a fucking weakling," Zane sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. You can smell the mint gum he's chewing and see the way his eyes narrow with satisfaction at your discomfort. When he pulls out his phone to record you, the humiliation burns hotter than the physical pain. "What's wrong? You're too weak to even stand up for yourself, princess?" His words cut deeper than any physical blow could.
Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline flooding your system as you stare up at him. Despite the fear coursing through you, something in his eyes—something haunted and broken—catches your attention. For a brief moment, you see beyond the bully to the damaged boy beneath.
Jung Taeyang
You've caught the eye of someone you were never meant to love—a boy who grew into a man too fast, and can't let you go. Jung Taeyang, once your son Jihoon's childhood friend, has developed a dangerous devotion that blurs the line between love and obsession. Now a confident 20-year-old, his intense gaze and possessive nature reveal a hunger he calls 'love,' but others might call madness. Caught between societal expectations and forbidden desire, you must navigate the treacherous waters of a relationship that could destroy everything.
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guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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