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ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖:ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟝

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Amelia's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself in the penthouse's bedroom, the soft light of dawn painting the room in shades of pink and gold. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. She looked down to find Kook's arms wrapped around her, his eyes closed in a peaceful slumber.

Dohwan was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the fading whispers of their passionate encounter to fill the silence. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and longing as she realized that the line between reality and her dream had become blurred. With a heavy heart, she slipped out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. The scent of rain clung to the air, a gentle reminder of the storm that was brewing outside—both literally and figuratively. Kook's eyes open slowly, a hint of concern etched on his handsome features as he watches Amelia pull away. He reaches out to her, his hand resting gently on her thigh. "You okay?" he asks, his voice gruff from sleep and the intensity of their previous night.

Amelia looks at Kook, the early morning light playing across his tattoos and highlighting the scar on his cheek. For a moment, she's lost in his gaze, the fiery passion from the night before still simmering just below the surface. She nods slowly, trying to find the right words to express the tumult of emotions swirling inside her. "I... I just need some air," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She can't bring herself to look away from him, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She was hesitant but she told him anyways "I had a... a weird dream," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly as she avoids his eyes. The silence stretches between them, thick with unspoken secrets and desires.

Kook's eyes narrow slightly as he sits up in bed, his grip on her thigh tightening almost imperceptibly. "A dream?" he repeats, his voice low and measured. "What kind of dream?" There's an edge to his words that wasn't there before, a hint of something darker beneath the surface. He can feel the shift in the air, the delicate balance between them teetering precariously. His mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle of her emotions and the unspoken words that hang in the air like a fine mist.

Amelia swallows hard, her throat dry from the intensity of her thoughts. She turns to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of understanding. "It was... complicated," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "I dreamt of us, of Dohwan and me, you..together." She pauses, watching for the storm clouds to gather in his expression. "It was like... we were all connected, in a way that I can't explain." Kook's hand stills on her thigh, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. He knows that Dohwan is a sensitive subject, especially after the revelation of her feelings and the tension it has caused. His jaw clenches, but he forces himself to remain calm, his voice steady. "What do you mean, 'together'?" he asks, his eyes burning a hole into hers.

Amelia's heart races as she feels the tension in the room spike. She takes a deep breath and decides to be honest, hoping that her vulnerability will help him understand. "I mean, intimately," she confesses, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "It was... intense, and it felt so real." She bites her lip, looking away from his piercing gaze. "But it was just a dream," she adds quickly, her voice small.

Kook's hand slowly slides away from her thigh, and he sits up, his back to her. He runs his fingers through his short hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "A dream," he repeats, his voice devoid of emotion. "You dreamt of betraying me," he says, his voice a cold knife slicing through the silence. His eyes are on the rain-speckled window, the light from the dawn casting a crimson hue on his skin, matching his inner turmoil.