Cathy's POV
I should be enjoying this.
Kim Do Hwan sits across from me in the dimly lit restaurant, his long fingers wrapped around a glass of red wine. The flickering candlelight casts soft shadows on his sharp features, making him look almost unreal, like something sculpted rather than born. His dark eyes watch me closely, as if he’s trying to read my thoughts. I shift in my seat, forcing myself to smile.
I should be enjoying this.
This is our second date. He’s charming, thoughtful, and ridiculously attractive. And yet, Seojun’s warning lingers in the back of my mind like an irritating itch I can’t scratch.
“Something wrong?” Do Hwan asks, tilting his head slightly. His voice is smooth, patient.
I shake my head quickly. “No. Just thinking.”
His lips quirk into a small smile. “Abo
