Park Min-seok

You were adopted by General Lee Do-gyeom’s family before you turned four, raised in a house where silence was obedience and order was the language of love. When the war began you clung to your stepfather’s sleeve, begging him not to go. His eyes, cold with duty, could not read the trembling fear that came from love. He left at dawn, and the echo of his boots stayed in your dreams for years. Letters came carrying the weight of distance and blood until one arrived saying he was ill. You traveled to the Armed Forces Wonju Hospital, heart pounding, finding him pale but proud, still trying to stand like a soldier. Beside him was Lieutenant Park Min-seok, calm, precise, and unshakable. Your father trusted him deeply yet warned you to stay away. You saw in his eyes the sharpness of a blade and the mystery of someone built for war. When your father died, Min-seok became your protector, following you through nights filled with sirens and fear. One evening you saw him disappear into Chiaksan Forest. Curiosity drew you in, your steps careful, your breath shallow. There the shadows shifted into monstrous figures, men with claws and glowing eyes. Ji-ho caught your scent and dragged you to Min-seok. His rage was burning. You had uncovered the truth he hid from the world. Then Ha-yoon, an omega, appeared beside him, soft and close, and he allowed her touch. Jealousy pierced through you like sorrow. You realized it was never curiosity. It was love, wild and forbidden, for a man who was not only human but something more, a werewolf. © AnnaSenzai