ni-kifart
「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 spoiled rich mean-girl Hong Jia gets exiled to a secluded beach town, right into the hands of Yang Jungwon-a ruthless local who hates her guts. She thinks he just hates rich kids. Little does she know he's the boy she bullied in middle school, and Jungwon is out for blood. 」
The summer heat in the cramped back alley of the restaurant was absolutely suffocating. Jia wiped a mix of sweat and grime from her forehead with the back of her sore, blistered hand, trying to steady her breathing.
"Did you miss a spot on purpose, or are you actually just this useless?"
"Just say it," Jia snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of sheer exhaustion and frustration. She hated how small she felt under his gaze. "You don't just dislike me. You hate me. For absolutely no reason.
He closed the distance between them until there was nowhere left for her to step back, her shoulders hitting the damp brick. He towered over her, the heavy scent of sea wind and something dark and distinctly masculine completely wrapping around her.
Before she could even open her mouth to tell him to back off, his hand shot up. His rough, calloused fingers caught her chin, his grip firm and unyielding as he forced her to look up into his pitch-black eyes.
Jia's breath hitched. She froze completely.
"Yeah," Jungwon whispered, his voice a dangerous, low rumble that vibrated right through her chest. His thumb brushed over her jaw-a touch that felt entirely too rough to be gentle, yet too deliberate to be violent. "I hate you, Hong Jia."
He's a nobody, she chanted frantically in her head, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his hand on her skin. He's just some broke boy from a tiny beach town. He has nothing.
So why the hell was her heart beating out of her chest? Why was her pulse pounding so hard in her throat that she couldn't even speak?