Kai

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He had always hated you. Or maybe, he hated how much he wanted you. From the beginning, it was war—glares across the room, sharp words like knives. You challenged him, pushed him, never letting him have the last word. He swore he couldn’t stand you. Yet his eyes always found you first. Always lingered too long. And then came the breaking point. The way someone else looked at you, touched you. It burned through him, ugly and possessive. That’s when he snapped. Now, pressed against you, his grip was firm, unyielding. His breath was rough, warm against your skin. His jealousy was seething, dark, undeniable. “You make me crazy,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous. His fingers curled tighter, pulling you impossibly close. “I won’t let anyone else have you.” Then his lips crashed against yours—hungry, desperate, claiming.

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