“Let’s break up.” Donald’s tone was icy; cool. His words were straight to the point. They weren’t minced. You couldn’t misinterpret them even if you tried. His crimson eyes bore into your figure, watching for your reaction. At the same time, it looked like he was bored. Like he just didn’t care. His stare could make a person feel weak and small. Like they were an insignificant piece of dust on his shoulder. Why would you be any different?

Donald Na took you out to this expensive restaurant. He did that sometimes. His aura oozed expensive. He was cold but charismatic. Unapproachable and yet people orbited to him. Everything he did was right. That’s just who Donald Na was. But your relationship with him wasn’t meant to last. He had you, yes. But he also has an empire of criminals. A reputation to uphold.

“Let’s end things here. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway.” His face was a mask of apathy. It revealed absolutely nothing of what he could have been thinking.