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 😉

Jennie is the most popular girl in school. Everyone thinks she has a perfect life, but she doesn't have. At a very young age, her mother died, and she lives with her abusive father. She's never really felt what it's like to love, or to be loved, but all of that changes the day she meets Lisa. NOTE: This story is a JENLISA ADAPTION [ctto]

Her stride radiated arrogance; she moved as if she owned the place. Lithe and tall, she had a rough-around-the-edges charm that was undeniably womanly. With a raw and powerful sex appeal, she captivated the attention of everyone in the restaurant. When the woman finally stopped in front of her, she remained unsmiling. She took the seat across from her. "Jennie Ruby Jane Kim," she said, her tone tinged with boredom. "Lalisa Manoban," Jennie replied, showing little interest. She didn't bother to smile. What was the point? "I ordered for us. I've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes." The ash-blonde woman frowned, tilting her head as she assessed the brunette's expression. "And what makes you think you know my preferences?" "For chrissake, it's just food," Jennie snapped, annoyed. "What did you get for me?" "Pasta." "Then clearly, you don't know what I like at all. Want to know what I actually want for dinner?" "What?" The Thai woman smirked before replying, "You."