My Ballerina

My Ballerina

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Bae Yoo na has been lucky ever since she turned 7. Before that, she was abandoned at 4 and grew up on the streets. But now, she has earned good merit as one her company's top ballerinas. She's gentle and kind. She's also happy doing the thing she loves - ballet. She always dreamt of being one ever since she learnt ballet and ballerinas existed. And now, she's one - the cream of the crop of her company. A great start for her. However, ever since she turned 23, things started getting awry. Starting with the expensive gift she received on her 23rd birthday. Then she questions the things she knew. Was it really luck all along? --------------- "I knew you were pretty - you've always been. But ... now that your eyes are open and we're face-to-face, you couldn't be more beautiful," I marvelled, mesmerised even as she trembled like a scared little bunny. My little bunny. Most Impressive Rankings 🐰: ▪︎#1 in bmaw (15/08/2025) ▪︎#16 in ballerina (15/08/2025) ▪︎#12 in bunny (18/11/2025) ▪︎#9 in asian (18/11/2025) ▪︎#42 in matureaudiences (18/11/2025) ▪︎#50 in black (02/12/2025) ▪︎#52 in maturerthemes (18/11/2025) ▪︎#62 in maturelanguage (18/11/2025) ▪︎#45 in obsessed (30/12/2025) ▪︎#33 in stalker (30/12/2025) ▪︎#71 in stalking (27/02/2026)
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She is all warmth - curls in a high puff, glossed lips, flour on her apron, and a voice that carries. Her bakery is her world, filled with golden light and old people who call her "sweetheart." But she's lonely. She hides it behind laughter, behind playlists and pastries and hustle. This is her dream, but it's hard doing it alone in a city that doesn't wait for anyone. He is part of something dark - mafia blood, high-ranking, feared. The kind of man who speaks in low tones, wears all-black even in summer, and carries his trauma like a shadow. He's never wanted softness. He doesn't even like sweets. But something about her got under his skin - her laugh, her voice, the way she's alive when he hasn't felt anything in years. Now he comes to her bakery. Every day. Same table. Same order. Watching. Waiting. At first, he just needed a place to hide. Then he needed to see her. And now? He needs her like a sin he can't confess.

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