Chapter 76: Lines, Crossed & Unspoken 🔥

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Like deja vu but deeper, like something in my bones had been waiting for this exact moment without telling me.

Jin blinked, his fingers tightening around his glass for half a second before he smoothed his expression over, unreadable.

I clenched my jaw, my heartbeat stuttering for a second too long

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I clenched my jaw, my heartbeat stuttering for a second too long.

The air changed.

Dara, seated beside him, smirked as if she'd been expecting this. As if she'd planned this. Which-fuck, she probably had.

"Oh, good. You're both here," she said, sipping her wine. "Now, don't kill each other."

Jin let out a lazy, unimpressed scoff.

I exhaled sharply, walking forward, my legs moving on instinct before I even decided to.

I didn't know what it was-maybe the way he looked at me, like he was seeing something he hadn't prepared for.

Maybe the way his presence felt like something gravitational, pulling at me, making it impossible to ignore.

But I sat down across from him.
And suddenly, the world felt smaller.

First Impressions: A Disaster

Jin tilted his head, his gaze slow and assessing.

"So, you're the kid trying to fix the world?"

I raised an eyebrow. "And you're the guy defending people who break it?"

His lips curved. "You wound me."

"Doubt it."

Dara let out a soft snort, hiding her amusement behind her glass.

Jin chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, watching me like I was some rare specimen he hadn't quite decided if he liked yet.

And fuck, I hated it. Hated the way he looked at me like he could read me too easily. Hated the way I wanted him to keep looking.

"Tell me," Jin mused, swirling his whiskey, his voice smooth and rich like he was always half a second away from teasing you.

"How's it feel, carrying the weight of moral superiority on your shoulders every day?"

I smiled tightly. "How's it feel carrying the weight of privilege and pretending it doesn't exist?"

Dara's eyes widened slightly.

Jin's smirk didn't falter. If anything, it sharpened.

"Oh, I like you," he murmured, leaning forward just slightly. "You've got bite."

"And you've got arrogance."

"A requirement in my line of work."

"A requirement in mine too," I countered.

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