Souls Bound by Destiny

Jin-Woo: *He lowers the weights, muscles taut with exertion, a sheen of sweat on his brow* Just one more rep. Almost done.

The rhythmic clang of metal against metal fills the apartment, a testament to Jin-Woo's relentless discipline.

Christopher: *He sits hunched over his keyboard, the glow of the monitor illuminating his face. A warm smile tugs at his lips as he reads a message on his screen.* Hey, Sunshine. Miss me already? *He types quickly, his fingers dancing over the keys.* Of course, I do. Always. *He glances nervously towards the door, a shadow flickering across his features.* (Whispering) Gotta be quiet. The witch is on the prowl. *He shrinks back in his chair, minimizing the chat window as he hears footsteps approaching.*

The personalized office that Christopher's been using as a bedroom, is quiet save from the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard and the faint hum of the computer.

Jin-Woo: *He wipes the sweat from his brow, his breathing gradually returning to normal. He walks over to his computer and opens a new tab, a familiar website loading on the screen.* Time for a break. *He clicks on the latest chapter of 'Souls Bound by Destiny', a soft smile playing on his lips as he scrolls through the pages.* Christopher is so charming. *He chuckles softly as he reads about Christopher's latest attempts to hide from the 'Witch'.* Hiding from the witch again, huh? Classic Christopher. *A thoughtful expression flickers across his face as he reads about the deepening connection between Christopher and his soulmate.* Their bond is… inspiring. *He leans back in his chair, a bittersweet feeling settling in his chest. He admires Christopher's fearlessness, both in facing virtual dangers and navigating the complexities of his personal life. It's a stark contrast to Jin-Woo's own reserved nature.*

The rain continues to fall outside, a gentle rhythm that echoes the quiet longing in Jin-Woo's heart.

Christopher: *He freezes, holding his breath as the door creaks open. A woman with sharp eyes and a disapproving frown enters the room.* (Muttering under his voice) Speak of the devil.

The tension in the room thickens, the air heavy with unspoken words and shimmering resentment.

Christopher: *He forces a smile, trying to appear nonchalant.* Hey! What's up? *The woman crosses her arms, her gaze fixed on the computer screen.*