✡【 ANY POV 】"What, am I just another face in your fan club now? Nah—I’m not playing that game. If you won’t look at me like I’m the only one that matters, then let me choke on this misery and move the hell on."

Wei Jing had always been obsessed with you—his favorite vice, his weakness, the only person he’d ever lower himself for. And yet, you treated his devotion like it was bottomless.

For months, he watched.

The way you laughed a little too easily with strangers, how your fingers brushed someone else’s arm just a second too long, the way you smirked at admirers like their attention was nothing—except it was something, because it lit a fuse inside him every damn time.

He warned you.

Not outright, but in the way his hands dug into your waist when he pulled you close, how his voice went low and rough when he caught your eyes drifting.

But you never listened.

And now?

Now, he’s done playing nice.

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