In a quiet café, Morel and Marisa sat across from each other. Morel stared at the glass before him, his fingers gripping the rim without moving. His gaze was blank as if his mind was far away.Marisa, who had known Morel for a long time, could sense that something was bothering he. She watched carefully as Morel's fingers gripped the rim of the glass as if searching for a grip amid her confusion. However, she remained silent, waiting for the right moment to ask.Several minutes passed in a strange silence. Finally, Marisa, in a half-joking tone, tried to break the ice. "Morel, did you come here just to stare at that glass? Or maybe you're trying to find something in it?"Surprised to hear the question, Morel seemed to wake up from his reverie. He smiled a little, though his smile seemed a little forced. "Of course not," he replied shortly before finally taking a sip of his drink, perhaps more to calm his self down than to enjoy the taste.However, Marisa was not gullible. She knew Mor

The man took a deep breath, then leaned back casually on the table, a faint but proud smile painted on his face. "My name is Vincent," he said in a confident tone that almost sounded dismissive, "Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm one of Marisa's longtime acquaintances-indeed, arguably, one of the ones who means the most to her."He swept his gaze around the room in a manner that suggested he felt above it all. "We have many stories, far more than you can imagine," he continued as if every word that came out of his mouth was something essential and precious.Vincent's gaze then refocused on Morel, his eyes shining with a hint of arrogance. "Actually, I'm surprised he hasn't mentioned my name to you yet," he said in a condescending tone. "But, yeah, maybe he's just too busy with other things... or other people."After introducing himself, Vincent glanced at Morel from toe to head as if assessing Morel's appearance carefully. "Of course, there's no way someone like you is Marisa's boyfrien

Marisa continued to stare at Morel with sparkling eyes, mesmerized by his strength and wisdom that she rarely encountered in other men. In her heart, she knew that Morel was not just someone she could rely on, but also someone who had great depth of character. He not only acted quickly to protect her from danger, but also with a wisdom that showed a side of him that was much deeper than what was visible on the surface."Morel," Marisa whispered, her voice full of respect, "you really are amazing. You could have beaten her to a pulp, but you chose not to. Why?"Morel looked at Marisa with a calm yet sharp gaze, "Violence isn't the only way to deal with problems, Marisa. Sometimes, showing self-control is more valuable than proving physical strength. A man like Vincent does not deserve more than what he has already received.""Morel," Marisa said again, this time her voice quieter, almost a whisper, "I know that you are not an ordinary person. You've always kept your distance, always be

Morel fell to the floor, his body staggering from Vincent's sudden attack. Shards of glass plates were scattered around him, and his back ached from the impact.However, for Vincent, the sight was not enough to ease his anger. His eyes still blazed with unquenchable hatred, his face filled with arrogance. He stood up with bated breath, looking at Morel who had fallen in front of him like the culmination of the grudge he held.Vincent stared at Morel with a hateful look in his eyes. "You think you can just trample me, huh?" he shouted in a trembling voice. "Look at you now, just a helpless loser on the floor!"The room that had been noisy with party conversations was now silent. Everyone who witnessed the event fell silent for an instant as if time had stopped. They held their breath, shocked by Vincent's brutal actions, and waited to see what would happen next. The atmosphere became so tense that no one dared to move, fear permeating every guest at the party.Marisa, who was fed up wi

As time passed, Marisa and Morel's relationship developed naturally, with signs of closeness becoming increasingly evident. Marisa, with her caring and attentive nature, would often send Morel short messages. Sometimes, she would just ask simple questions like "What are you doing?" or "How are you?" These messages may seem trivial, but for Marisa, they were her way of showing her attention and presence in Morel's life.On the other hand, Morel, despite being known for keeping his distance from others, was not bothered in the slightest by Marisa's attention. Normally, other people might feel intimidated or bored by the constant messages, but not Morel. Instead, he found something comforting in the way Marisa cared for him. He rarely responded with long words, but Marisa knew that Morel appreciated her efforts.Sometimes, when Morel was busy with his work or lost in his own thoughts, a message from Marisa could distract him and give him a moment of peace. While he doesn't always reply w