The rain fell softly, tapping against the window like a whisper. Eunchal sat at her desk and was immersed in her studies, surrounded by the light glow of her desk lamp. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second was a reminder of her daily routine. As a college student, she takes her classes and she dreams of her bright future.

With a long sigh, she pushed her textbooks aside and stood, stretching her arms over her head. She stares out of the window, watching droplets dripping on the glass. The university campus looked still, but she longed for something more like a thrill, an escape from her ordinary life.

That evening, a friend invited her to a local bar, known for its vibrant nightlife and a lot crowd. Eunchal hesitated at first. She wasn't interested in parties. However, her curiosity won over her personality, and she agreed to join.

As they entered the bar, the music goes through the air, vibrating against her skin. Eunchal's eyes widened at the sight of the colorful lights dancing above the crowd. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and chatter. She felt out of the place, but the excitement was on its peak.

Her friend led her to a corner table, where they ordered drinks. Eunchal tried to relax, but her eyes kept drifting towards the bar. That's when she saw him, Jaeha. He stood there, tall and confident, releasing an aura that demanded attention. His dark hair fell just above his sharp eyes, and a smirk played on his lips as he chatted with a group of friends. There was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm that pulled her in.

Eunchal felt her heart race. She couldn't take her eyes away from him. It was as if time had stopped, and the noise around her faded into the air. Just then, their eyes met, and an electric jolt passed through her body. She quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep on her cheeks.

"Who is that?" she asked her friend, trying to sound casual. Her friend leaned in, a teasing smile on her face. "That's Jaeha. He's a part of the mafia. They say he's ruthless but incredibly charming. You shouldn't get too close; it can be dangerous."

Eunchal's heart pounded in her chest. Dangerous? That only added to his charm. Despite her better judgment, she felt an attraction towards him. As the night progressed, she was still stealing glances in his direction, and each time, their eyes would lock, sending her pulse quicken.

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from the other side of the bar. Eunchal turned to see a group of bad men arguing, their voices growing louder. The crowd was shifted, tension filling the air. Jaeha stepped forward, his presence was commanding. Eunchal watched as he confronted the instigators, his body calm.

In that moment, Eunchal realized she was captivated, not just by his looks but by his aura of power. The chill of danger wrapped around her. She had always been the good girl, the one who followed the rules, but here was an opportunity to step outside her comfort zone.

As the argument dies down, Jaeha glanced her way again. This time, his eyes was locked onto her. Eunchal felt her breath hitched in her throat. Something was different about it.

Eunchal's heart raced as Jaeha's eyes dig into her. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement, an intoxicating blend that sent shivers in her chest. She didn't know what it was about him, but she feels as if fate had conspired to bring them together in this very moment.

Her friend nudges her. "Eunchal, are you okay? You're staring!" "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," she glanced away. The warmth of embarrassment flooded through her cheeks. Yet, her curiosity about Jaeha was growing. Who was this man who commanded attention with a mere glance?

As the night wore on, the bar began to fill with more people, the atmosphere was buzzing with laughter and music. Eunchal tried to enjoy herself, but her mind keeps going back to Jaeha. She stole glances, watching him laugh with his friends, his presence was radiating with confidence. It was impossible to ignore how every move he made seemed to draw her in deeper.

Eventually, her friend decided it was time to hit the dance floor. Eunchal followed her, unsure of her own rhythm but eager to escape her thoughts. The music enveloped her, and she swayed awkwardly at first. Yet, with each beat, she began to loosen up, letting the music guide her movements.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. Eunchal turned, and there was Jaeha, standing just a few feet away, his eyes were locked onto hers. The world around them faded into the background, the music was coming into a soft melody just for them. With a confident move, Jaeha approached, his gaze was unwavering. "You dance like you're afraid of something," he said with a teasing smile on his lips.

Eunchal's heart pounded in her heart as she searched for words. "I'm just... getting the hang of it," she replied, trying to sound casual, though her voice was awkward.

"Maybe I can help you with that," he offered, stepping closer, the space between them changed with unspoken tension.

Before she could respond, he extended his hand towards her. Something deep within her tells her to take it. She hesitated first before placing her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

Jaeha lead her to the center of the dance floor, where the lights twinkle above like stars. He moved with a natural grace, and Eunchal was mirroring his movements, their bodies swaying in the song.

As they danced, his hands settled on her waist, firm yet gentle, building a fire within her. Eunchal's breath stuck as she felt his body close to hers. And the was heat radiating from Jaeha's body.

"You've got it right," he said, his voice low. "I knew you had it in you."

Eunchal felt confidence in her, her nervousness slowly melts away under his stares. "Thanks. I guess I just needed the right partner." His smile deepened, eyes glowing with mischief. "Oh, I'm definitely the right partner for you."

A chill shot through her at his words. Could he really be interested in her? The thought was both exciting and terrifying. Just as she began to lose herself in the moment, she noticed a group of men at the bar watching them with interest, their expressions were a mix with amusement.

Eunchal's heart raced as the tension shifted. Jaeha has sense it too; he tightened his grip on her waist, his expression was becoming serious. "Don't let them get to you," he whispered, leaning closer so only she could hear. "Just focus on me."

His breath brushed against her ear which was warm. In that instant, Eunchal knew she has gotten deep and entangled in a web of danger and desire.

To be continued...