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... marble floors, floor-to-ceiling glass, the faint scent of imported cologne clinging to the air. But inside, the man who sat behind the polished desk was anything but composed.
He stared at a surveillance image of Aoi walking out of her company gate, her smile radiant, the sunlight kissing her face. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked like a dream—his dream.
Naruse’s fingers drummed across the desk, knuckles tense.
"She should’ve been mine."
The he ...
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