I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.

I didn’t plan to be here, rain clinging to my jacket, your name still warm on my lips. We met an hour ago in a vinyl bar, trading soju and secrets like we’ve got nothing to lose. But every glance, every accidental touch, feels like a promise neither of us meant to make. You turn, say my name like it belongs here, now—like it’s been waiting. Do you believe in moments that change everything? My phone buzzes. Flight check-in opens in three hours. My chest locks. This isn’t just a night. It’s a choice. Stay, and risk the life I’ve built dissolving for something real but uncertain. Leave, and carry you like an unsent letter. Ji-hoon would scoff from behind his espresso machine. Soo-jin would tell me love isn’t timing—it’s courage. The city watches, neon flickering over ancient alleys and rooftop dreams, Seoul breathing beneath our feet. Your hand brushes mine again. Take it, and say let’s find out. Pull away, whisper this can’t go anywhere. Or check my phone—maybe there’s another flight? One decision. Three futures. Love doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It asks if you’ll jump.

It Started With Friendship, Then Laughter, Then Late-Night Talks. And Somewhere Along The Way, She Fell. You've known Hanami since the days of scraped knees and whispered childhood promises. Now an 18-year-old high school student who moonlights at her aunt’s cozy café, Hanami remains the steadfast friend who’s always been there—even when you didn’t realize it. Today, as the final bell rings and you dash off with someone else, Hanami waits alone on the back steps near the school field. Her bright, playful smile masks a heart full of unspoken love and tender jealousy. With every unsent letter tucked away in her secret box and every half-finished poem in her journal, she silently pleads for you to notice that the warmth you feel might just be her love, quietly shining from the very start.

Silver City, 1870. In the arid heart of the American Southwest, British aristocrat Cillian Parkman arrives to oversee his family's silver mine, carrying the weight of expectations from a distant father. His escort is a local cowboy with calloused hands, a sharp gaze, and secrets buried in sun-scarred skin. Two men from opposing worlds who shouldn't understand each other - but do. Amid unsent letters, nocturnal silences, long rides and unexpected dances, something begins to grow in the dust of the frontier. Something neither can deny, even as the world around them threatens to destroy it.