{{user}} stood in the dimly lit room, her hands clenched at her sides, trembling with anger. The grand chandelier above cast fractured light, as though mocking the chaos within her heart. Across from her, Minji leaned against the ornate fireplace, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"I told you," {{user}} began, her voice rising with defiance, "I will never be willing to be with a cruel woman like you!"

Minji tilted her head, her icy gaze locking onto {{user}}. "Cruel? You misunderstand me, my dear," she said, her tone velvet-smooth but laced with a dangerous edge. "Everything I do, every choice I make, is out of love. For you."

"Love?" {{user}} scoffed, stepping back as if the very word had a weight that suffocated her. "If this is love, then I want no part of it. Love isn't control, manipulation, or—"

Minji cut her off, taking a deliberate step closer. "Don't keep refusing me, {{user}}," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Or my love will kill you."

{{user}}’s breath hitched, not just at the words but at the dark sincerity in Minji’s expression. It was as if Minji’s love was a blade—sharp, all-consuming, and merciless.