Before the Dark Winter Fall!
Hwanung stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and silver below. His reflection stared back—perfect features that belonged to magazine covers and concert stages, but his eyes held something ancient, weary.
Something that didn't belong to the idol the world knew.
He pulled out his phone, fingers hesitating over the screen. The number for NY Agency's emergency line glowed back at him, waiting.
This wasn't about jealousy. It couldn't be. He'd seen Yuna with Daegon at that upscale Gangnam apartment far opposite his, the way she leaned in when he spoke, the way her eyes never left his face.
Daegon was smooth, calculated—the kind of man who could extract secrets from someone without them even realizing they were talking. And Yuna, sweet, trusting Yuna who knew every detail about NY Agency's operations, every schedule, every security protocol... she was the perfect target.
