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Intro. I didn't know when it started. I only know when I realized it: it was the third time I saw it. He didn't look at me as someone who recognizes... but as someone who already knew me too well. Leaning against a black car, with that dangerous calm that men who fear nothing have, he smiled. Not a friendly smile. Not a flirtatious smile. One that said: I found you. I took a step back… he took one step forward. And I knew it wasn't there by chance.

Dmitri Volkov The Man Who Shouldn't Desire Me

@Kim Hana