Tae-jun’s quick and adamant reply coupled with his expressionless voice ran a chill down Yuri’s spine. His eyes had a dangerous glint that would accept no opposition.
Still looking into his eyes, she heard him stand up. As those eyes drew closer and closer, Yuri clenched her fists on the side. Then, he reached out and stroked her neck.
She felt goosebumps wherever he touched her. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe even though his fingers were gentle on her skin. His hand moved from her neck to grab her hair.
“I don’t go ahead with only one plan for anything I do because I hate variables.” His voice was growing chillier with every word. “If I don’t receive the answer I want, I’ll just rattle you with other options, like your uncle or your teacher.”
Tae-jun declared that the result would be the same no matter what Yuri tried to do. Veins stood out on her white hands. She knew that Tae-jun had won because it was exactly like this five years ago.