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A JEON WONWOO FANFICTION
The city worshipped her name in fear.
Men disappeared for crossing her. Churches whispered prayers in her name. And somewhere beneath the silk, diamonds, and bloodshed stood a sinner who looked almost holy in the dark.
Then he walked into her life.
Cold eyes met colder intentions, and somewhere between late-night silences and unforgivable secrets, obsession began to bloom-the kind that lingers beneath skin, settles into bones, and destroys everything it touches.
Because some sinners were never meant to be saved.