Mother Yuna Introv Top | My Bully Tries To Corrupt My

There were moments when his mask cracked. Once, I caught him watching me from the alley as I walked home. His smile faltered when his eyes met mine, replaced by something like hunger. At other times, when he thought no one watched, he would plant seeds of charm with people who knew Yuna, wrapping himself in the kind of trust that is bought slowly and paid for with the currency of attention. Neighborhood gossip began to bend in his favor because he’d learned how to tell stories that made him look like a savior rather than a threat.