Emily’s POV
Jin stood there, silhouetted in my dim hallway light. He looked nothing like the composed CEO I remembered. His tie was loosened, his hair was disheveled as if he’d been running his hands through it relentlessly, and his eyes… his eyes were a wild, stormy blue, burning with a raw, unchecked intensity I had never seen before. He smelled of night air and expensive whiskey.
Before I could gasp, before I could form a single syllable of question or protest, he moved.
In one fluid, decisive motion, he stepped across my threshold, his warm, strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against the solid wall of his chest. The door clicked shut behind him, sealed by his weight.
My world tilted.
"Jin—!" I managed, but his name was swallowed as his mouth crashed down on mine.
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