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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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I'm furious.
Red-hot rage claws through my veins, burning, searing, consuming.
But then she walks down the stairs.
And just like that, my fury is shackled—momentarily stunned by the sight of her.
That dress clings to her like a second skin, the color a perfect match to her flawless complexion.
My cock hardens instantly, and I shove my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for her.
She moves toward me with effortless grace, slipping her arm through mine, guiding me to the dining room like she doesn't sense the war raging inside me.
The table is set.
The aroma of samgyeopsal fills the space—a scent that should bring me comfort. Instead, it fuels the fire licking at my insides.
She made this for me.
But she made it with him. Jealousy sinks its teeth into me, venomous and unshakable.
"Smells good," I force out, dragging my chair back and settling into it.
She smiles, warm and inviting, as if that alone will thaw the ice running through my bloodstream.
She's too fucking beautiful. Too soft. Too perfect.
I grip my fork too tightly as I take my first bite. It's exquisite—just as I knew it would be--absolute perfection.
It's the kind of meal that should make a man weak with pleasure. I groan despite myself.
"I see you like it." She beams, her eyes bright with something dangerous. Hope. Expectation.
I can't stand it.
"Yeah, it's good." The words scrape out, rough and jagged, betraying the storm inside me.
Her smile falters, barely noticeable, but I see it. I feel it. And I hate myself for it.
We eat in silence, the air thick with unspoken words. She's waiting for me to say something. To give her something.
I give her nothing.
The only thing I can focus on is the memory of her with him.
The easy way she laughed, the way she touched his arm while cooking.
Julian.
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches. T
he urge to claim her right here, right now, is a vicious, living thing inside me.
If I had my way, I'd bend her over the table, sink into her, and make damn sure there wasn't a single part of her that didn't know who she belongs to.
First time be damned. I wouldn't even care if the staff was here to watch me claim her.
