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The corporate event was in full swing, with laughter and chatter filling the grand ballroom. Choi Seungcheol and Kim Wonhu, however, were far from the festive mood. Their heated argument had drawn the attention of a few curious onlookers, but they were too engrossed in their confrontation to notice.

"How could you embarrass me like that in front of my colleagues?" Wonhu hissed, her eyes blazing with anger, her chest rising and falling with each angry breath. Her elegant silver dress seemed to shimmer in the dim light, accentuating her curves.

Seungcheol's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with frustration. "I didn’t mean to. But you can’t keep undermining me at every turn." He towered over her, his broad shoulders and chiseled features a testament to his rugged charm.

Their words were sharp, each one a dagger aimed at the other's pride. The tension between them was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

As the argument reached its peak, they found themselves stepping into an empty elevator. The doors closed with a soft thud, sealing them in a confined space. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the elevator descending.

Seungcheol leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes never leaving Wonhu's face. Wonhu stood opposite him, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line.

For a moment, neither spoke. The air between them was thick with unresolved emotions, a mix of anger, frustration, and something else—something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

Seungcheol's gaze drifted to Wonhu, taking in the way her dress clung to her curves, the way her eyes sparkled with defiance. Despite everything, he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for her. It was a dangerous, intoxicating pull that he had tried to ignore for too long.

Wonhu felt his eyes on her and looked up, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. She hated him in that moment, but she also wanted him. The conflicting emotions tore at her, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.

The elevator came to a sudden stop, jolting them both out of their thoughts. The lights flickered, and the doors remained closed. They were stuck.

"Great," Wonhu muttered, pressing the emergency button. "Just what we needed."

Seungcheol moved closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. His warm breath caressed Wonhu's skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Maybe it’s a sign," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Wonhu glared at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "A sign of what?"

Seungcheol took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "That we need to talk. Really talk."

She scoffed, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that she couldn’t hide. "And what do you want to talk about?"

Seungcheol took another step closer, his body inches from Wonhu's. "About us. About this… tension between us."

Wonhu felt her heart race. The tension was undeniable, a magnetic force pulling them together despite their differences. She took a step closer, her resolve weakening. "Seungcheol..."

Seungcheol's lips captured hers in a searing kiss, cutting off her words. The kiss was a release, a culmination of all the pent-up emotions they had been harboring. It was fierce, passionate, and filled with a longing that neither of them could deny.

Wonhu's hands instinctively rose to Seungcheol's chest, her fingers digging into his tailored suit. Seungcheol's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "This doesn’t change anything," Wonhu whispered, her voice trembling.

Seungcheol nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "I know. But maybe it’s a start."