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In the intimate ambiance of the candlelit dinner, they sat across from each other at a table adorned with crisp white linens and flickering candles, casting a warm, golden glow over the scene.
Katsuki occupied his chair, exuding confidence. His black shirt and pants accentuated his muscular physique, while his crimson eyes, illuminated by the candlelight.
Opposite him, she sat poised and composed, her slender figure accentuated by the form-fitting purple dress. The slit in the fabric revealed her shapely leg. Her brown eyes, framed by long lashes.
Between them, the table was adorned with an array of delectable dishes,The aroma of savory spices and rich flavors lingered in the air.
In the ambiance of the upscale restaurant, they sat across from each other, a silent tension hanging heavy in the air.
She leaned forward, her eyes fixed on his, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she traced her finger along the rim of her wine glass, catching the flickering candlelight.
with a slight lean forward as she spoke, trying to convey interest and allure. Yet, her eyes betrayed her, occasionally darting away, revealing vulnerability and inner conflict.
As she observed Katsuki across the table, his appearance struck her in an unexpected way. His black shirt and pants clung to his form, accentuating his muscular physique. His red eyes seemed to burn with intensity, framed by blonde, fuzzy hair that added to his rugged charm.
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As she looked at him, a wave of disgust washed over her. He was the epitome of male attractiveness, the kind of man every girl fantasized about. But to her, he was repulsive. The sight of his handsome face made her want to gag.
How could someone so outwardly perfect be so vile on the inside?
Every moment she endured with him felt like an eternity of torment.
The memory of having to sit on his face in his car, feigning seduction, haunted her every waking moment.
The mere thought of it made her skin crawl, as if trying to escape the revulsion coursing through her veins.
She despised every second spent in his presence, every glance exchanged between them filled her with a sense of dread and loathing.
His handsome exterior, once admired by many, now repelled her to the core. It was as if his very presence was a constant reminder of the torment he had inflicted upon her, a reminder she desperately wanted to escape.
Katsuki's presence was like a raging inferno, scorching everything in its path.
His eyes, burning with contempt, scanned her half-naked body with disdain, as if she was nothing but trash.
