The night Seoul crowned its newest fashion queen was also the night two hearts broke without warning. Inside the penthouse suite of K-House, the city glittered beneath Jennie Kim's heels. her smile precise - everything about her immaculate except the tremor in her voice when she whispered, "Tell me it's not true." Lisa didn't answer. She stood by the window, shoulders soaked from the rain, eyes carrying a kind of silence that begged to be believed. "It wasn't what you think," she said finally, low and breaking. "Jennie, please-" "Don't." Jennie's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You think I'll stand here and pretend you didn't lie to me? That you didn't use me to get ahead?" Lisa's jaw clenched. "You really think so little of me." "I think exactly what you showed me." Jennie's words were cruel, but her fingers trembled as they gripped the wine glass. "You disappeared in the middle of my show, Lisa. You knew how much tonight meant. And you were with her." Lisa stepped forward. "She's a client, Jennie! I told you-" "Enough!" The glass shattered against the floor. Wine bled into the marble like spilled blood. Lisa froze. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of rain and Jennie's ragged breathing. Then came the whisper, soft but fatal: "Leave. Tonight. I don't want to see you again." Lisa's throat closed. "You don't mean that." Jennie met her eyes - the same eyes she'd once kissed beneath studio lights, the same eyes she used to call home - and said it anyway. "I do." For a moment, neither moved. Then Lisa picked up her coat, silent tears caught in the reflection of the window, and walked toward the door. She stopped once, hand on the handle. "If I leave now," she said, "I won't come back." Jennie didn't answer. Pride was louder than love. The door closed. ⸻ Seven years later, she'll see those eyes again. And everything she buried will rise to the surface.

The scent hits first. Dark rose, white pepper, and something sharp underneath - like cold metal at midnight. Jennie Ruby Jane walks through the glass doors of Kim Corp's headquarters, and time bends. Staff straighten up. Conversations drop mid-sentence. She doesn't look at anyone. She never needs to. Her heels click against imported marble as if announcing a verdict, not an arrival. Her face is unreadable - not emotionless, just carefully engineered. As perfect and untouchable as the perfume empire she built from scratch. Jennie is not warm. She is gravity in a black suit. ⸻ On the 28th floor, Lisa hears the footsteps before she sees her. Always five minutes early. Always in black. Always smelling like heartbreak in a bottle. Lisa turns slightly, pretending to read the numbers on her iPad. Her fingers hover above the screen, frozen. Don't look like you've loved her for years. Jennie walks past her. Doesn't speak. Just pauses for a half-second - enough to flick her gaze toward Lisa's direction - then disappears into the corner office. Lisa doesn't breathe until the door closes. ⸻ It's been 4 years. 4 promotions. Hundreds of sleepless nights building the very campaigns that made Jennie Kim ahousehold name across Southeast Asia. Lisa is the youngest Marketing Director in company history. She's sharp, strategic, respected. Instead, she's exhausted - from carrying numbers on her back by day and emotions on her chest by night. Jennie never touches her. Never says her name unless necessary. Never lets her get too close. But somehow... never quite lets her go, either. ⸻ Rosé says Lisa's addicted to the pain. Jisoo just calls it career suicide in slow motion. Lisa doesn't answer either of them. She just keeps showing up. Keeps designing campaigns around the way Jennie moves. Keeps writing scent descriptions that read more like love letters. Keeps pretending her chest doesn't ache every time Jennie smiles - just slightly - at someone who isn't her

Lisa (G!P) Jennie Kim has built her life on control and unwilling to let anyone close. But one night, when her friends hand her a name and a number, she crosses a line she swore she never would. Lisa was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction. Just someone Jennie could call when the loneliness became too much. But Lisa isn't forgettable. She's warmth in the cold, laughter in the silence, and the one person who makes Jennie's carefully built walls begin to crack. What starts as late-night encounters turns into something Jennie refuses to name. Until a secret decision shatters the fragile line between them. When Lisa discovers the truth, she doesn't just walk away. She chooses herself, leaving Jennie to face the one thing she never know. Loss. For the first time, the woman who had everything is left with nothing. No control. No escape. Only the hollow ache of realizing too late what Lisa truly meant. And some wounds don't heal easily... especially when love was never supposed to be part of the deal.

confession (/kənˈfeSHən/) noun - statements. Wherein Lisa remebers her lover.

JENNY RUBY JANE KIM , intimidating lawyer CEO, Cold, sharp, brilliant. The type of woman who doesn't blink in front of billionaires or politicians. Her presence silences rooms. She's a legend in court and the boardroom. LISA MANOBAN, a badass, chaotic, emotionally-complex doctor. Reckless, talented, a bit of a legend in ER. She operates like she's invincible, often breaking protocol but saving lives. This dynamic is perfect for that intense, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers energy.

Jennie Kim and Lalisa Manoban were never strangers-their families built empires side by side, raising their daughters in the same world of privilege, expectations, and legacy. From childhood pranks and secret rooftops to glittering galas where one look across the ballroom could steal their breath, Jennie and Lisa's connection was always there-unspoken, undeniable. Years later, Jennie returns to Seoul as a poised professor at MKU, the very university their fathers founded, while Lisa has grown into a confident dancer and heir with her own ambitions. As their paths cross again, the spark between them reignites, pulling them into a delicate dance of loyalty, longing, and a love neither can ignore. But when a shadow from the past resurfaces and Lisa is abducted, Jennie's carefully built life unravels. Her control shatters, her composure burns. As days turn to nights filled with uncertainty, Jennie's love becomes her only anchor-and her greatest weapon. How will Jennie take it when the person who completes her vanishes without a trace? What will she do to bring Lisa back? And when she does, will love be enough to mend what was broken? Lisa G!P ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains sexual intimacy, as well as mentions of rape and abduction. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please proceed only if you're comfortable with these themes. Enjoy 😉

A slow-burn romance about love, betrayal, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. Will Lisa rebuild her heart, or will the past tear her apart? L - Chef I - CEO

Lisa Manoban has always been under the radar. She was awkward, quiet, and definitely not part of the popular crowd. All she wants is a chance to fit in for once. So when Jennie Kim, the school's IT girl gets herself caught in a mess, Lisa sees an opportunity. She offers a deal, Lisa will help her out, but only if Jennie pretends to be her girlfriend. --- This is an adaptation. Lisa G!P

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect real-life situations or individuals. Reader discretion is advised.

Lisa just wanted to survive Seoul National. Juggle three jobs, keep her scholarship, and avoid eye contact with rich girls in heels. Too bad Jennie Kim, campus queen and certified heart hazard, had other plans. What starts as a coffee spill and mutual side-eye turns into late-night projects, stolen kisses, and enough drama to fuel a K-drama. Between fundraisers, jealous cliques, surprise kisses, and one very public declaration, love gets... complicated. But hey-who said falling for your total opposite would be easy?