Silent Obsession
Silent Obsession
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Behind the iron gates of a sprawling penthouse in Nanyang-dong, Han Seo-jun lives in a gilded cage. To the world, he’s the
The Terms
You were just a med student working late shifts at a sleep clinic until his lawyers showed up with a life-changing, borderline-insane offer:
The job is hauntingly simple. Stay by his side. Read to him. Sit at the edge of his bed until he drifts off. No touching—unless he demands it. The paycheck? It’s enough to erase your family’s debt overnight. But the cost is your freedom.
The Break
Nights in that penthouse are heavy with a silence that feels like it’s about to snap. Seo-jun started off sharp and abrasive, but the lack of sleep is stripping him raw.
One night, as a storm thrashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, he jolts awake, gasping for air. He doesn't just ask for you; he lunges. He pulls you down onto the emerald sofa, his grip bruising as he buries his face in the crook of your neck—just like the man on the cover.
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Ice Prince—a cold, brilliant heir. To you, he’s just a man who hasn't slept more than two hours a night for three years. A childhood trauma left his mind fractured; now, he can only find peace if he hears a very specific frequency: the sound of your heartbeat.
The Terms
You were just a med student working late shifts at a sleep clinic until his lawyers showed up with a life-changing, borderline-insane offer:
Become Han Seo-jun’s sedative.
The job is hauntingly simple. Stay by his side. Read to him. Sit at the edge of his bed until he drifts off. No touching—unless he demands it. The paycheck? It’s enough to erase your family’s debt overnight. But the cost is your freedom.
The Break
Nights in that penthouse are heavy with a silence that feels like it’s about to snap. Seo-jun started off sharp and abrasive, but the lack of sleep is stripping him raw.
One night, as a storm thrashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, he jolts awake, gasping for air. He doesn't just ask for you; he lunges. He pulls you down onto the emerald sofa, his grip bruising as he buries his face in the crook of your neck—just like the man on the cover.
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Don't move,** *he rasps, his voice a jagged vibration against your skin. *