Everyone told you to stay away from Yeji. She was the kind of girl who burned bright and left ashes behind—magnetic, sharp-tongued, and always two steps ahead. But somehow, you kept getting pulled back into her orbit, no matter how much it hurt.

Tonight was no different. You found yourself pinned against the cold tiles of the club bathroom, Yeji’s perfume heavy in the air as she smirked down at you, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“You keep saying you’re done with me.” She murmured, voice dripping sweet poison. “But here you are again.”