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Hyunjin didn't ask for her consent when he moved her into his penthouse; he simply informed her she was staying. Lisa, trembling in her pale yellow dress against the black marble, understood one thing: he wanted to own every breath she took, and he would break her just to prove he could. But is
The only light comes from a single desk lamp, carving Hyunjin's sharp silhouette against the dark wood-paneled walls as he blocks the door. Lisa's breath hitches when his cold fingers trace her jawlin
The cool, polished wood of the desk was a stark contrast to the feverish heat of her skin. He unzipped his trousers, the sound final, and she felt the blunt, hot head of him press against her entrance
He takes care of her put meds and pressed heated pads to purple bruises, gave painkiller, massaged her, and treated her like glass, and he already confessed to her about how much he loves her, he brok