In the war-torn world, Myungsoo could only watch as Amber's heart wandered and hardened.
When she ventured out, into the wild—into the lion's den—he could do nothing as she peered in, enamored by her own curiosity. It started off as minutes, then hours, then days, then weeks. The weeks turned to months, and then to unnamable times. Slowly, the lion's den was becoming her own and her soft, lovely smile disappeared. He couldn't hear the echoes of her joyful laugh resonate around him anymore, they were shredded by the cold weapons placed into their hands—her hands.
And he feared. He feared for her.
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