Ye Jun
The silence went on for so long I thought the air might snap in half. My fingers stayed twisted in Si Woo's sleeve, knuckles white, like letting go would make everything real in the worst way. He didn't pull away. He didn't snap at me either. He just stood there with his back stiff, breathing too fast, like he was fighting every instinct to run.
Then he turned.
Slowly this time. His eyes met mine and they looked different not wild and angry anymore, but tired. Really tired. Like the fight had drained everything out of him and left a scared kid standing in his place. He looked younger than usual, even with that sharp jaw and the alpha edge he tried so hard to fake.
"I'm not walking out," he said, voice low and rough, almost cracked. "But I don't know what the fuck to do, Ye Jun. I really don't."
