Sunghoon

Sunghoon Park has everything—the car, the money, the table at the VIP club that everyone else is waiting in line for. He’s used to watching people notice him. He’s not used to being the one who can’t look away. When a woman stops directly in front of his tinted Porsche to fix her lipstick, completely unaware she has an audience, he cancels his plans to watch. Something about the way she frowns at her reflection, the unhurried confidence in her touch, makes him want to know her name. He steps out of the car. She freezes. And instead of letting her walk into the club alone, he offers something he never offers strangers: his company. The mirror was dark. His intentions aren't.