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"You know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "I've been thinking about you all week. Your face and the way you say my name, the way you feel in my arms."
"I'm not your girlfriend anymore, Ryul." Your voice was shaky but firm. "We broke up."
He tilted his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Did we? I don't remember agreeing to that."
"Ryul-"
"Come back to me," he murmured, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "Let me make it right. Let me show you how much you mean to me."
Your breath caught. Your heart was racing, your skin tingling where he touched you.
"I know you're still upset." He said, but not with apologies-with that soft, persuasive tone he always used when he wanted something. His fingers traced patterns on your waist, slow and deliberate. "But I also know you don't really want me to stay away."
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Everyone on campus envied you for being Kim Ryul's girlfriend.
He loved you obsessively, possessively, believing you would never leave, because he was your first love, and first loves never let go. Even if he was a playboy who flirted with other girls.
Until you did.
He'll burn the world down to bring you back.