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“That girl is undoubtedly dangerous. From the very first moment I saw her, I was certain of it. If she were the type of woman to be swayed by appearance, wealth, or status, how could she possibly have captured my attention?”
He looked out the window, his elegant smile reflecting in the glass. His deep purple eyes seemed to hold fragments of the night sky, glimmering faintly like scattered stars.
“If nothing in this world can bind her, then I will be her binding. The only one she has.”
That girl was his prey.
No one else could have her.
Though Lucas’s thoughts churned with waves of emotion, he maintained his elegant demeanor, starting the car without another word for the rest of the drive.
Young Boss, you’re not comparing her to other women—because there’s no comparison to be made…
But if this continues, you’ll fall for her…
In fact, you already have.
At her apartment, Avira unlocked the door and stepped inside. She turned on the lights, the warm glow instantly dispelling the darkness.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, then noticed the figure lying on her sofa.
The soft moonlight, like an angel’s feather, filtered through the thin curtains and fell on the wooden floor.
On the sofa, Orson lay on his side, golden strands of hair brushing across his eyes.
The slightly open collar of his shirt revealed pale, glowing skin. His delicate and androgynous features were mesmerizing, his hair trembling gently with his breaths. This breathtakingly beautiful boy looked like a prince from a Comic, so perfect it was almost suffocating.
But his silver-lashed eyelids fluttered uneasily, his sleep restless.
His fingers were taut, his pale lips quivering as if murmuring something inaudible.
Avira approached him, her hand, adorned with the red ribbon, reaching out to smooth the furrow between his brows.
Suddenly, Orson grabbed her wrist and pulled firmly.
Caught off guard, Avira lost her balance and fell onto him.
Blinking, she stared in confusion at the boy’s finely chiseled jaw and collarbone before slowly raising her gaze.
Orson’s flawless face was so close it took her breath away. One hand rested naturally on her waist, while the other cupped her cheek, lifting her chin slightly.
His teal-green eyes were mesmerizing, carrying their usual intoxicating allure.
“So, Avira… you were trying to ambush me just now, weren’t you?”
Avira tilted her head slightly, her confusion evident. “Hmm… ambush…?”
“Doesn’t Avira think I’m… a feast for the eyes?”
Orson twirled a strand of her hair around his fingers, his teasing tone matching the lazy smile on his lips.
“Hmm…”
In Avira’s mind, a balance scale appeared—on the left was Orson, and on the right, Lucas’s cake. After a moment of thought, she lightly shook her head. “Ah Orson isn’t as delicious as cake.”
“…”
Orson’s smile froze for a second before he seemed to recall something, tightening his hold on her. “Avira, are you close with the young Boss of the Si family?”
“Asake?” Avira lightly bit her lip, then nodded thoughtfully. “Asake is a great person… He’s amazing at basketball, and Lucas’s cakes are also amazing…”
Her eyes held no trace of infatuation, and Orson visibly relaxed.
“Ah Orson… you’re acting strange today…”
Avira propped herself up on the sofa with one hand, slightly straightening her posture. With her other hand, she brushed aside the hair covering his forehead and placed her palm against it.
Her hand was cool, as if carrying a faint, tingling current.
Orson froze for a moment, feeling as though all the gloom in his mind had been swept away.
“Avira.”
He clasped her hand, and his smile bloomed like cherry blossoms dancing in the night—a beauty that felt almost forbidden.
His lips pressed softly against her palm, the feather-light touch tickling her enough to make her want to pull back, but his grip was firm yet gentle. It was as if he was holding onto her delicately, afraid of breaking her, yet unwilling to let her go.
“Ah Orson…?”
Avira tilted her head, her expression puzzled as she looked at him.
