The Wolf and His Prey

She woke up in a stranger’s arms.
A man who called himself her fiancé.
A man who kissed her like he owned her.

But something wasn’t right.

She didn’t remember him.
She didn’t remember their love.
She didn’t remember anything.

Yet, when Kang Minjae touches her, when his lips ghost over her skin, her body trembles in recognition.

Why does he feel so familiar?
Why does she ache for him, fear him, crave him all at once?
And why, when she looks into his dark eyes, does she feel like she’s drowning in a secret she’s not ready to remember?

Because some truths are better left buried.
And once she uncovers them—
There will be no escape.

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She shouldn’t want this.

She shouldn’t want him.

His hands are rough, demanding, as they drag her forward. His mouth grazes the shell of her ear, breath warm, voice dark and full of pure possession.

“Say it.” Minjae murmurs, his fingers threading into her hair, tilting her chin up to look at him.

She refuses.

Her lips part—only for a sharp gasp to escape when he presses her against the desk, trapping her between his body and the cold wood.

“You were mine before you even knew it.” he breathes, dragging his lips down the curve of her throat. His teeth scrape her skin, a warning, a promise.

She shivers.

She hates him.

She wants him.

“Say it.” he demands again, voice rough, almost desperate now.

Yeijin clenches her fists. But her body betrays her.

“…I’m yours.”

The groan that leaves him is pure sin.

And then?

Then he ruins her all over again.