Your decisions shape the intensity of every touch, every breath, every unspoken desire between you and Chris. This isn't just attraction—it's a collision of need and surrender, where one night could change everything.

He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.

You were taken in the dead of night—no warning, no reason. The mafia boss was supposed to be ruthless, untouchable. But when he saw you, something broke in him. Now, locked in his estate, you see it in his eyes every time he visits: desire warring with danger. And worse… you're starting to want him too.

You're the quiet, efficient secretary who keeps his empire running—organized, precise, and always two steps ahead. He relies on you more than he admits. But behind closed doors, the power shifts. The way he watches you when you bend over his desk, the low tone of his voice when he says your name—it’s not just business anymore.

You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.

The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.