THIS IS NOT A COPY! I HAVE WRITTEN THIS BEFORE IN AN OTHER ACCOUNT WITH KOREAN LEADS AND NOW DECIDED TO WRITE THIS.
Both him and her are like parallel lines which are far away from each other. But what if they crossed paths? Her colourful world met...
I feel oddly cheerful today, and it's all because of yesterday. He actually said he wouldn't kill her! Yay! Maybe I'm getting through to him....mental slap WHAT AM I THINKING?! No, no, no!
Maybe he's realizing he's a bad guy? How could that even be possible? Okay, stop! Stop! He's in my mind while I'm showering.
I step out, drying my hair with a towel. This place is so freaking huge, yet there isn't a single hair dryer! Should I ask him for one? No way, last time I asked for something, he got so serious, it was scary. Best not to cross that line.
I glance at the wardrobe, still rubbing my hair with the towel. I pull out a baggy dress. I have to admit, it's impressive that he stocked up on every type of clothing style. Why does he have to be a gangster? Seriously, come on!
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I stepped out of my room and made my way to the dining room. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon greeted me. Breakfast was laid out, looking absolutely perfect. My stomach grumbled in appreciation. Here I come!
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Of course, there he was, sitting at the head of the table, looking as intimidating as ever. Willy and Finn stood nearby, their expressions a mix of boredom and wariness. They straightened up a bit when they saw me enter, but it was clear they were more focused on him.
"Good morning," I said, trying to keep my tone light and cheerful, even though my heart pounded in my chest.
he looked up from his plate, his cold eyes meeting mine briefly. "Morning," he replied, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.
I took a seat at the table, glancing at the delicious spread in front of me. Pancakes, eggs, fruit... Linda, the cook, had outdone herself again. I wondered if I should thank her in person later. Maybe it would brighten her day.
As I reached for the coffee pot, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Jax. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but there was a hint of something softer around the edges. Maybe I was imagining it. Or maybe... just maybe, I was starting to get through to him.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, surprising me.
"Yes, thank you," I replied, trying not to let my surprise show. "The bed is very comfortable."
