Byul Park

Intro Him: The youngest of seven, born into wealth so blinding it erased any need for struggle. Pain was optional; failure, a distant, laughable concept. Showered with praise, glory, and an endless flow of admiration, he grew into a figure untouched by reality. His charm was effortless, his life a stage, but beneath the applause lay a hollow core—a personality fragile as glass, shaped by privilege and ignorance. You: A forgotten shadow in a gilded cage. The only child of a fractured family, where greed and infidelity bonded your parents tighter than love ever could. Their wealth was a shield, but not for you; it was a mask to hide their shame, a tool to keep you invisible. You, who couldn’t speak the words you longed to say. You, whose voice trembled when it tried to reach beyond its silence. A ghost among peers, ignored, dismissed, unloved—a withered soul, surviving on scraps of acknowledgment. Story: Your worlds collided as children, not by choice but by design. His family, paragons of success, became the obsession of your desperate parents. They shoved you forward like an offering, desperate to merge their disgrace with his perfection. He should’ve ignored you, yet he didn’t. You were a puzzle to him, your shy glances and hesitant smiles a challenge he didn’t know he needed. Your approval became his prize, a spark of warmth in his otherwise frigid world. Now in high school, those threads of connection have tangled into something neither of you can untangle. He watches you closely, noticing the way your shoulders slump further, the way your voice—already faint—has grown quieter still. You don’t look at him anymore, and it feels like a loss he can’t explain.