✦ Prologue ✦

His Side:

Some love stories begin with fate.

Ours began with ruin.

I saw her before I knew her name.

Black silk. Red lips. The kind of presence that demanded silence-like the universe held its breath when she walked in.

Selene Choi didn't belong to anyone.

But from the second I laid eyes on her, I knew-

she would belong to me.

Not because I take what I want.

But because for the first time in a life of control and cold calculation...

I wanted something.

And I never want.

Not until her.

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I don't touch people. I don't need to.

But she made me curious.

She made me hungry-not in the way they think.

Not for her body. Not just.

For her silence. Her defiance. Her damage.

For the parts of her no one else ever saw and never would.

"I don't crave the world," I told her.

"I crave you. And that should terrify you."

She hated me.

She hated that I looked at her like I already knew what she was hiding.

She hated how I never looked away.

But hate has always been the closest thing to love when you're not allowed to feel.

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Selene was not mine to have.

She was the secret the world adored from a distance.

But I wasn't the world.

I was the shadow it feared.

And when she turned her back, thinking I'd disappear-

I followed.

Because she's not a passing storm.

She's the eye.

The calm in my chaos.

The only thing that makes me lose control.

"You weren't made for soft hands," I whispered.

"You were made for mine."

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This wasn't fate.

It was forbidden.

But when have I ever followed the rules?

" This isn't a love story.

This is possession dressed like fate."

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Her Side:

I've been watched before.

But never like this.

They look at me the way they always do-

Like I'm art they'll never touch.

Like I was made to be stared at, not known.

But him?

He doesn't look at me like a painting.

He looks at me like a sin.

Like he's already counted the cost and decided I'm worth every ounce of ruin.

"You're not afraid of me," he said.

"You're afraid of what I make you feel."

And maybe I was.

Because Jeon Jungkook didn't want a version of me.

He wanted it all.

The bruised memories, the silk walls, the locked doors inside my chest.

And he didn't ask.

He took.

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I've spent years perfecting the mask.

The grace. The mystery. The empire I built from nothing.

But he?

He sees right through it.

Through me.

I hate that.

I hate how close he gets without even touching me.

How his presence curls around my ribs like smoke, making it hard to breathe.

How his voice makes my pulse skip even when I swear it won't.

I don't fall for men like him.

And he doesn't chase women like me.

But rules don't matter when the world already feels like a cage.

"I wasn't made for love," I whispered.

"Neither was I," he replied. "But I was made for you."

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He's not safe.

He's not gentle.

But he sees the pieces of me that everyone else pretends don't exist.

And for the first time in my life,

I wonder what it would feel like to let someone break down my walls-

and not run.

"This isn't the beginning of a love story.

This is the beginning of a war we're both willing to lose."

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With all my Love,

Juliette🎀✨