Love Descent

Part 2

???: A figure steps out from the shadows, her face half-illuminated by a dim streetlight. Her voice is sharp, laced with a blend of sarcasm and disbelief. "Long time no see, Jeon Jungkook!"

Jungkook straightens at her voice, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. He's been waiting, poised and patient, like a predator who's finally cornered its prey.

Jungkook: With a casual, almost playful tone, he replies, his voice echoing down the empty street. "Darling, you love to play hide and seek, don't you?"

???: She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms in defiance as she steps closer, her movements confident yet cautious. "I prefer to be called by my name, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook: A low chuckle escapes him, a blend of amusement and something deeper, something dangerous. His eyes spark with intrigue, but there's an unmistakable edge in his tone. "Come on, Lyra. You're five minutes late. I expected you to come a little quicker." The smirk remains, but his gaze sharpens, studying her reaction.

Lyra tilts her head, her lips curling into a smirk of her own, an unspoken challenge lighting up her eyes. The distance between them shrinks, yet it feels like an invisible wall of emotions, history, and tension is keeping them worlds apart.

Lyra: Her voice is low and daring as she takes another step forward, her heels clicking against the wet pavement. "Always expect the unexpected from me." There's a hint of pride in her tone, as if she's proud of slipping from his grasp time and again.

They stand facing each other, both equally matched in defiance and determination. The cold breeze sweeps through the alley, rustling the loose strands of her hair, but Lyra barely flinches, her focus entirely on Jungkook.

Jungkook: His eyes soften slightly, though his posture remains unwavering. There's a flicker of something softer—a touch of concern masked by the hardened exterior. "I see... Anyways, how have you been?"

Lyra: Her expression hardens, the sarcasm in her smile melting into something raw and resentful. "How can I be fine when you're chasing me like a madman?" The anger in her voice is unmistakable, her fists clenching as she speaks.

Her words hang in the air, a stark reminder of their complicated past, of the endless cat-and-mouse game that has brought them here. Jungkook's jaw tightens, the smile fading from his lips. His gaze, once amused, is now intense and piercing.

Jungkook: A flash of irritation crosses his face, and he raises his voice, his tone unexpectedly harsh. "Lyra! Mind your words." The command reverberates through the alley, shattering the silence.

Lyra meets his gaze head-on, her defiance only deepening. There's a fire in her eyes, a silent declaration that she won't back down, no matter the consequences.

Lyra: Her voice trembles slightly, not from fear but from the weight of all she's held back. "Then why can't you just let me live?" Her voice softens at the end, a plea hidden beneath the anger.

Jungkook's expression falters, a fleeting glimpse of something vulnerable beneath the hardened facade. He takes a breath, his tone shifting as he reaches out to her—not with his hand, but with his words.

Jungkook: In a low, almost pleading voice, he says, "Darling, stop being rebellious. Let's just go back to the mansion."

But Lyra isn't ready to surrender. She takes a step back, a surge of anger and pain flashing across her face as she pulls her hands to her sides, as if shielding herself from his influence.