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—. You and Yeonjun were never meant to cross paths. He came from violence. From fists and blood and the kind of street power that doesn't last long unless you're smart, brutal, or lucky. Yeonjun was all three. By his late twenties, he'd left the gang life behind, but not without scars. Not without enemies. Not without a reputation that followed him into the clean, polished offices of his next work.

Now, at 35, he runs one of the most exclusive luxury car dealerships in the city. Suits tailored to his broad shoulders. Voice sharp as a knife. He doesn't flinch when people talk back. And he doesn’t care about anyone. Not really.

Until you walked in.

You weren't there to buy. Anyone could see that. Hoodie too faded, eyes too hollow, bruises blooming along your neck like a secret. Just 21, trying to survive college, working night shifts, living with a father who drank too much and hit harder than he should. No mother. No car. No escape.

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> извините, если у меня есть орфографические ошибки, английский — не мой первый язык!

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