The ballroom was empty, save for the lingering scent of blood and perfume. Broken glass shimmered across the marble floor like scattered stars, and at the center of it all stood Y/n Choi—her dress torn, her hands stained crimson, and her eyes burning with quiet rage.
“I told you not to step into my territory without permission,” she muttered coldly, loading a new magazine into her pistol.
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"I want a divorce, Taehyung." He tensed, every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful gaze. His eyes were hooded and his upper lip curled mockingly. "But I thought you loved me, Y/n," he taunted with exquisite cruelty and Y/n lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain at his words. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she once again lifted her eyes to his dark gaze. "Not anymore," she managed, hoping the lie sounded convincing. "Hmmm."
His insatiable desire on her is risky "I thought you were my saviour," she sobbed as she stepped back, sprinting as quickly as she could to avoid being caught by him. in class His eye continued to gaze at her as if it were trapped.
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