Chapter 1: A romantic encounter under the moonlight

 I always thought I was doing fine in school, but then my dad died. Tragedy struck my household that day, and I was left alone, just a whisper in the dark. From then on, I had to work 4 jobs a day as well as do school on top of that. My mental health was declining fast, I was dying, crying and needing support, yet I was being bullied instead of being helped. My teacher called me useless, and I struggled with grades. But there was one person who cared. My music teacher. Mr Han-seol. Mr Han was a lovely teacher who always helped me. I soon found out he had a son. Min Hwa-rang was his name, a young handsome man with striking red eyes with a cat-like pupil, dashing white short hair, a big strong body and a seductive soft voice. This man was hot, but deadly, teeth as sharp as knives and a hidden smirk below his smile. I had to be careful.

It was winter, my favourite, and I had just woken to the sound of my alarm. I yawned groggily, getting up from my slumber as the moon illuminated my blue eyes and my pink cherry lips. It was 5 am on the dot, and I had to get to work before school. I quickly got dressed and ran out the door with a sandwich in hand *I can't believe I'm late* my mind raced with thoughts as rain poured down my face. I ran down the cold street to the illuminated building where I worked. The smell of deodorant filled the air. As I looked up to see where the smell was coming from, someone suddenly bumped into me, knocking me down to the ground, but as I was about to hit the ground, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me from hitting my head on the floor. The person swiftly steadied me, and I looked them in the eyes. Striking eyes stared into my soul like daggers. The realisation hit me like a truck, red eyes, white hair, muscular body, it was Min Hwa-rang! I quickly bowed, thanking him with eyes scared as I picked u my bag. I went to run away, but he grabbed me as the rain poured down, soaking through our clothes. "W-What do you want from me, Min Hwa-rang?" I questioned my voice, shaking with genuine fear. His soft voice replied like a soft lullaby, soothing me to sleep. "You." his voice was the last thing I heard before passing out.