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Heeseung's fingers dragged rough and bruising against her jaw, his dark eyes burning with a possessive, unhinged fury that made her pulse spike, while Rita didn't even blink, her gaze locking onto his with absolute, terrifying fearlessness as she pressed the sharp tip of her hidden blade flat against his pounding heart.
"You think you're the monster playing me, Ghost?" she purred, her voice dripping with insolent amusement as she leaned in closer, deliberately tasting the danger in his breath.
He let out a dark, ragged groan, crashing his mouth down onto hers with savage, breathless hunger, and Rita didn't flinch-she bit down hard enough to draw iron, whispering against his bleeding lips, "Try it, and I'll carve out that black heart of yours myself."