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Ryujin realized that Yeji is beautiful from the moment she first saw her, but she’s only now realizing what truly sets her apart from the rest. She’s beautiful, yes, but she’s beautiful like the edge of a perfectly sharpened blade, beautiful like the ruby red of fresh blood, beautiful like a starless night. She’s beautiful like danger, like when you’re teetering at the precipice of an abyss and feel that tug in your gut that urges you closer and closer to sweet release. Ryujin feels that tug now as she watches Yeji lower her gun. And then those feline eyes are locked on her, and Ryujin realizes with sudden clarity what feeling has been creeping up on her ever since she first met Yeji in the lobby. Fear. But it’s not just fear that she’s feeling. She is scared. Scared of how Yeji took a life without batting an eye, scared of her perfect aim, scared of the man lying dead on the floor not ten feet away. Yes, Ryujin is scared, but she’s also captivated. OR Ryujin is used to the danger that comes with skirting the law, but nothing could have prepared her for Hwang Yeji.

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