Enemies to lovers

In the neon-lit streets of Seoul, the night air was heavy and quiet, except for the distant hum of cars. Min Hee, petite and worn from her endless night shifts as a nurse, walked briskly home. Her uniform clung to her like a second skin, exhaustion weighing down her small frame. She didn’t notice the black G-Class behind her at first, its headlights casting long shadows on the pavement.In the neon-lit streets of Seoul, the night air was heavy and quiet, except for the distant hum of cars. Min Hee, petite and worn from her endless night shifts as a nurse, walked briskly home. Her uniform clung to her like a second skin, exhaustion weighing down her small frame. She didn’t notice the black G-Class behind her at first, its headlights casting long shadows on the pavement.Inside, Park Lee, the CEO of Pressure, watched through the tinted glass, his face unreadable. He had seen many people—employees, clients, admirers—but something about this small, ordinary woman captured his attention in a way he had never known. It wasn’t her beauty, though she was undeniably attractive; it was the tension, the urgency in her movements, the pulse of life she carried so fiercely despite exhaustion.Park Lee was a man of logic, work, and control. His life was a series of calculated steps, and emotions were distractions he didn’t afford himself. Yet, tonight, as Min Hee’s small figure disappeared into the shadows, something stirred. A rare, unexplainable intention bloomed—a pull he couldn’t name, a curiosity that bordered on obsession.Min Hee, oblivious to the man watching her every move, reached a dimly lit alley and paused, catching her breath. She felt the G-Class slow again and her heart sank. But instead of fear, a strange sense of intrigue pricked at her. Why did she feel that she was being followed for a reason beyond danger?He would have her attention, even if it meant crossing lines he had never crossed before.