OBSESSİON

The dim lights inside the small café cast a warm glow, but Yuna felt nothing. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, yet it did nothing to ease the storm raging inside her.

Her hands trembled as she placed a cup on the counter. Lately, she found it hard to steady herself. The emptiness inside her was growing, swallowing her whole.

Outside, the rain drizzled softly. The streets glistened under the dull glow of streetlights. A perfect reflection of the suffocating weight pressing down on her chest.

"Yuna!"

She flinched.

Her boss's sharp voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. The middle-aged man glared at her, his expression twisted with irritation.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop making the customers wait! How much more useless can you be?"

The void inside her expanded. She was trying. She had always tried. But it was never enough. Not for anyone.

Not for her family. Not for her so-called friends.

She was invisible. Always had been.

The voices in the café faded into an indistinct murmur. The complaints, the scoldings, everything blurred into the background.

She wanted to escape. Even if just for a moment.

But she knew the truth. Running wouldn't be enough. Because she no longer belonged anywhere.

When she stepped outside, the cold rain hit her skin, but she felt nothing. Her feet carried her forward as if they had a will of their own. Before she knew it, she was standing on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

The city stretched out below her, dazzling lights flickering like distant stars. People, cars, life—everything continued as if she didn't exist.

Yuna took a shaky breath and stepped toward the edge. Her fingers curled around the freezing metal railing.

The voice inside her whispered, This is it.

She closed her eyes.

Just as she was about to let go, a voice broke through the silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

A sharp chill ran down her spine.

She turned, but no one was there.

Yet… that voice. It wasn't just in her head.

Deep, smooth, haunting. It echoed in her very soul.

"You think no one will notice, don't you?"

Her heartbeat quickened.

"If you do this, everything ends. Your pain, your disappointment. No one will even remember you. Who would care, really?"

The words struck her like lightning. They weren't unfamiliar. They were her own darkest thoughts whispered back at her.

And the worst part?

They were true.

Her fingers loosened around the railing.

Then, a low chuckle filled the air.

A chilling, amused, almost… delighted laugh.

He was here.

Invisible, but she could feel him.

Hwan stood at the far end of the rooftop, arms crossed, crimson and black wings stretching slightly behind him. His golden eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he drank in her despair.

There was nothing more intoxicating than the moment a human gave up.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice like silk wrapping around her thoughts.

"Don't disappoint me, Yuna."

Her breath hitched. The fear in her chest twisted into something unbearable.

And then—

She let go.

She fell.

Or at least, she should have.

But instead of plummeting into the abyss, something caught her.

Warmth. Strength.

Her heavy eyelids fluttered open. A blurry figure hovered above her.

And for the first time, everything went silent.

Golden eyes.

Radiant. Piercing. Unfathomable.

And behind him, the breathtaking expanse of glowing white wings.

Was this real?

Yuna's consciousness wavered, but one thing was certain.

He was an angel.

But why was he saving her?

And… who was he?