My anger flares, but I remain silent, lost in the depths of his mesmerizing eyes. "You have a knack for getting on my nerves," he says, chuckling softly.
"And you have a knack for making everything infinitely more complicated," I retort, though my v...
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I never imagined I'd find myself trapped in such a claustrophobic box with none other than Han Jisung. Elevators have always been my personal hell—small, stuffy, and generally packed with an assortment of strangers whose spatial awareness seems to be nonexistent. Yet here I was, crammed into this metallic shoebox with a man whose mere presence seemed to amplify my discomfort to Olympic levels.
The irony wasn't lost on me; I was now internally pleading for a crowd of people to materialize out of thin air, just to diffuse the excruciating intimacy of this encounter. If I could have wished for anything at that moment, it would have been a herd of chatty tourists or a family of rowdy kids to barge in and turn this elevator ride into a bustling carnival. But no, it was just Han and me, two people in this tiny space, who just so happened to despise each other.
The silence is deafening, all I can hear are Han's not-so-steady breaths as he throws his head back. He's leaning on the wall opposite me, trying to create as much distance as possible.
The car ride wasn't this bad, Han had music playing that I surprisingly didn't hate. This. This was bad.
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I had nowhere to run. I was trapped.
Han's eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that felt almost tangible. I could sense the weight of his gaze, a force pressing against my very core, compelling me to remain under his scrutiny despite every instinct urging me to look away. His stare was unwavering, a deep, penetrating force that seemed to strip away all pretense and lay bare my innermost self. Our eyes locked in a silent, charged confrontation, the air between us crackling with a palpable tension that grew heavier by the second. The sheer magnetism of his gaze felt like a physical presence, constricting the space around us and making each breath feel labored and strained.
So many words flew around my head but none of them made it through my lips. We just stood there, staring into each other's eyes. It was almost like time had frozen.
It's the first time I've really looked at his eyes. His eyes were a mesmerizing expanse of dark brown, like the deepest, most hidden corners of an ancient forest. They held an irresistible warmth, a tranquil depth that seemed to whisper secrets of what lay beneath his cold exterior. Framed by graceful, almond-shaped contours, they sparkled with an inner light, a soft luminescence that drew me in with an almost magnetic pull.
If Han came with his eyes alone maybe I would actually enjoy being around him.
He gazed at me with a look that was both intense and enigmatic, his deep-set eyes holding a profound, almost unsettling allure. The weight of his stare was palpable, like the force of a storm just before it breaks. His eyes, dark and unyielding, seemed to pierce through the veil of pretense, seeing straight into the depths of my soul. Despite the sternness etched into his features, there was a magnetic pull to his scrutiny, a silent promise of secrets and untold stories hidden beneath his formidable exterior.
