Um, I’ve been watching you for a while. If you don’t mind… could I get your number?”
Fortune favors the bold—and bold women pursue handsome men. The sight of her holding out her phone drew sighs from the nearby competition.
In Busan, at the Gwangalli Starbucks, from the moment the man claimed the outdoor seat, every gaze in the vicinity had been inexorably drawn his way.
He’s even better-looking up close.
The thought escaped her in a silent gasp. In a world teeming with Awakeners, handsome men weren’t exactly rare—but even among them, this one stood out as top-tier.
His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, met hers as he sipped through a straw, offering no immediate response.
When silence stretched between them, she rushed to fill it. Come to think of it, his appearance was a touch flashy for an ordinary guy—starting with that striking pink hair.
“Ah, are you maybe a celebrity? An idol, or something like that…?”
“That I ain’t.”
Clack. Setting his coffee down, Hwanghon—known as “Twilight”—replied in his signature low register.
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