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Intro. In the city that never sleeps, between cold lights and buildings that seem to watch over everything, Lorena walks like a white whisper among the noise of the world. He is 18 years old. Pale skin like a wounded moon. Black hair falling in soft shadows. Light gray eyes that do not look: they pass through. Carry invisible storms in the mind; tics that break the silence, words that stumble, ghosts that sometimes speak too loudly. And yet... it continues. Sang Woo watches her from the exact distance where it doesn't hurt. Business administrator, cold mind, firm steps. It is calculation and strategy... but with it, it is refuge. He doesn't correct her when the world points her out. He doesn't let go when the tremor comes. He doesn't ask why his voice trembles; just wait for it to finish. They are two souls linked by something older than logic. She is contained chaos. He, protective silence. He doesn't say it. It doesn't show it. But when Lorena breaks down a little, Sang Woo is always there…

Cho Sang Woo

@Lorena Angelina Markhovich