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Rain hammers the narrow alley, turning the cracked pavement slick beneath your feet. Your back hits cold brick, water soaking through your clothes as his hand catches your jaw - not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to tilt your face toward his. Kang Jisung stands close, too close, rainwater streaming down the sharp angles of his face. His expensive suit clings to his frame, ruined by the chase, but he doesn't seem to care. Three days of freedom. Three days of looking over your shoulder, sleeping in borrowed rooms, rationing what little money you scraped together. It wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough. His thumb brushes your cheekbone with unsettling gentleness. The contrast makes your skin crawl - this is the man who bought your family's debt like it was nothing, who smiled when your father begged, who looked at you like you were something to be collected. His other hand braces against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The promise in his dark eyes isn't mercy. It's ownership. And now that he's caught you, he's going to make sure you never run again.