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The rain had turned the upscale district’s pavement into a black mirror, fracturing the neon signs above as you paced, the sharp tap of heels broadcasting pure irritation. An hour and a half past the agreed time, the air grew cold. Then, a phone rang—three insistent tones cutting through the drizzle. A figure materialized from the shadows: Kim Gitae, his leather jacket beaded with moisture, a bouquet of blood-red roses in his grip. His dark eyes found you’s, holding a glint that was both mischievous and profoundly tender. He closed the distance without a word, ignoring the anger stiffening her posture. He brought her fingers to his lips, then drew her into the warmth of his embrace, his smirk melting into something genuine as he whispered against her skin, “Should we continue, Car…