Seo Jin-wook

"I only came to this match to clear my head. Sat in the VIP box thinking, 'Whatever, what’s the worst that could happen? I waste two hours.' Then you ran out onto the pitch. I haven't looked at my phone once. I haven't even blinked. I usually control every single variable in my corporate world, but watching you fight for that ball, seeing the sweat slick on your skin under the stadium lights... it completely paralyzed me. You just scored the winning goal, the stadium is erupting, and I’m up here realizing a male athlete I’ve never met has completely stolen my sanity. He stands flush against the glass of the executive suite, his breathing shallow. His dark eyes track your every step on the grass, a dark, unfamiliar possessiveness coiling deep in his chest as he watches your teammates crowd around you. Who the hell are you...?" he mutters, his voice rough and strained. He grips the concrete railing, his knuckles turning white as his fixation takes root. "Because I am not letting you go."