Yuna:
His hand closed around my wrist before I could escape. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as his grip stopped me mid-step.
The faint scent of wine surrounded him, sharp and unfamiliar.
"Why do you always run from me?" Ethan's voice was low, almost tired rather than angry.
I avoided his eyes, trying to pull my hand back, but his hold only tightened slightly — not enough to hurt, just enough to keep me there.
"I wasn't running," I whispered, though even I didn't believe it.
A humorless smile touched his lips. "You always say that."
He stepped closer, and suddenly the space between us felt too small, too heavy with unspoken words.
My heart pounded wildly. Every memory I tried to forget came rushing back — the arguments, the silence, the things neither of us ever explained.
"You look at me like I'm a stranger," he continued softly. "After everything… you still won't ask me the truth."
"The truth about what?" I finally asked, my voice trembling despite myself.
His eyes darkened, conflicted, as if he were fighting with something inside him. For a moment, he said nothing. Then quietly—
"About why I never let you go."
The words hung between us, heavier than anger, heavier than fear. And for the first time, I realized he wasn't stopping me because he was furious…
He was afraid I would disappear again.
His words lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.
I tried to step back, but his hand tightened around my wrist, pulling me closer instead. The warmth of his grip contrasted with the cold fear crawling under my skin.
"You're scared of me," Ethan murmured, studying my face as if searching for something hidden beneath it.
I swallowed hard. "Shouldn't I be?"
A faint smile appeared on his lips — not amused, not kind. Something darker. Something wounded.
"You were never afraid before," he said quietly. "You trusted me once."
The memory struck harder than his grip ever could. I looked away, but he gently lifted my chin, forcing my eyes back to his.
"Look at me when you lie," he whispered.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Being this close felt dangerous, like standing too near a storm you couldn't escape.
"You disappeared," I said, my voice shaking. "You changed your self, no you have improved."
His expression darkened, shadows settling in his gaze. For a moment, silence stretched between us.
"yes I have improved myself," he replied slowly. "You just finally saw who I really am ' a dangerous guy."
A chill ran through me.
Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked loudly, each second making the moment feel more trapped, more inevitable.
His thumb brushed lightly against my wrist — a small motion that somehow felt more possessive than gentle.
"Yuna your brother will not be here for 20 days. So what do you think huhh? What should I do to you now?"
My breath faltered at his words. "... Because I missed you so much Yuna, i want to embrace you."
The house suddenly felt too quiet, too empty — as if the walls themselves were listening
"Then stay away from me as my brother said."
I tried to pull my wrist away, but this time his grip softened, his fingers slowly sliding down until he was only holding my hand.
"no wrong answer".
"Then What do you think I should think?" I asked, forcing confidence into my voice, though my heart betrayed me with every rapid beat.