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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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At a luxurious restaurant..
Sakura sat at the table, eyeing the array of food before her. Each dish looked rich and flavorful, the kind of meal she would have eagerly indulged in under normal circumstances. But nothing about this situation was normal.
Her gaze flickered to the man sitting across from her. His pink hair, eerily similar to her own, made this encounter even more unsettling. Haruchiyo pushed the plates closer to her.
“Eat.”
Sakura’s vision blurred with tears. She shook her head rapidly before breaking down into sobs. “P-Please,” she begged. “Just let me go… I wanna go home…”
Haruchiyo let out a dramatic sigh, tilting his head as if disappointed by her reaction. “Sakura, come on. Your stomach was practically screaming at me back there. That’s why I brought you here—to eat.”
Sakura flinched at his casual tone. He spoke as if he hadn’t kidnapped her off the street and dragged her into... whatever this was.
“You should be grateful, you know? Not everyone gets treated to a meal by me. And trust me, you don’t wanna see what happens when I start losing patience.”
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, more tears spilling down her cheeks. Her stomach churned. The hunger clawing at her insides felt unbearable, but the fear curling around her throat was even worse.
Sakura watched in horror as Haruchiyo casually picked up a piece of sushi, popped it into his mouth, and chewed with an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. Then, he moved on to another dish, taking a bite of everything laid out before her.
“There,” he bragged with a grin, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “See? All safe. And delicious. Now eat.”
Sakura hesitated, her stomach twisting in knots. But as the aroma of the food filled her nostrils, she couldn’t resist it anymore. Slowly, she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.
Haruchiyo watched her intently. “Atta girl,” he cooed.
As she continued eating, an idea started forming in her head. Her fingers inched toward the small device in her pocket—her crime prevention buzzer. If she could just press it, the alarm would blare loud enough to alert someone. Maybe a passerby. Maybe the police. Someone had to hear it.
But before her fingers could even reach for it, Haruchiyo suddenly spoke. “Oh, by the way,” he broke the silence. “That little buzzer of yours? Completely useless.”
Sakura froze, her heart skipping a beat. Haruchiyo chuckled at her reaction. “This whole restaurant?” He gestured around. “It’s mine. Everyone here works for me.”
Sakura’s eyes darted around the room. The waiters, the chefs, even the other diners—were they all in on this? The realization sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over her.
