POV: Female Lead
Mark Watson was jealous.
And now, Luna couldn't stop thinking about it.
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A Newfound Power
It had been three days since the fundraiser.
Three days since Mark had looked her in the eye and said, "Because you're mine."
And ever since, he had been avoiding her.
At first, Ha-neul had expected him to deny everything. Maybe even pretend it never happened.
But Mark went one step further.
He completely erased her existence.
No teasing remarks. No sarcastic jabs.
Just cold, professional silence.
Ha-neul hated it.
But at the same time…
She found herself enjoying the chase.
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Pushing His Limits
Luna leaned against the counter in the hospital break room, watching as Min-jae deliberately ignored her.
"Markkkk."
Nothing.
"CEO Watson."
Still nothing.
Luna smirked. "Miku miku~"
Mark froze mid-sip of his coffee.
Slowly, he set the cup down and turned to her. His expression was impassive, but his grip on the cup? A little too tight.
"Do you have a death wish?" he asked, voice low and deadly.
Luna grinned. "Maybe."
She leaned in slightly. "You haven't been talking to me lately. Did something happen?"
Mark 's jaw ticked. "No."
"Liar."
He exhaled sharply, fixing her with a glare. "Don't push me, Luna."
She tilted her head. "Or what?"
A muscle in his jaw clenched.
Then, abruptly, he stepped closer—invading her space.
For a second, Luna forgot how to breathe.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You wouldn't like the answer."
She swallowed. Damn.
But she wasn't backing down.
Not yet.
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The First Crack in His Armor
Later that night, luna found herself standing outside Mark's office.
She had no idea why she was here.
Or maybe she did.
Taking a breath, she pushed open the door.
Mark was sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop.
He barely glanced up. "Go home, Mariano."
Luna stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Not until you talk to me."
Mark exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Really?" She crossed her arms. "Because three days ago, you said something interesting."
Mark went still.
Luna took a step closer. "Something about me being yours?"
Silence.
Another step. "Should we talk about that?"
Mark's fingers tightened around his pen.
For a long moment, he didn't move. Didn't speak.
Then, he let out a low chuckle—dark and humorless.
"You think this is a game, don't you?"
Luna blinked. "What—"
Suddenly, Mark was in front of her. Too close. Too intense.
"You keep pushing," he murmured, voice low and dangerous.
Luna's s heart skipped a beat.
"You think you can tease me, Jung?" His fingers lightly brushed her wrist. "See how far I'll let you go?"
Her breath hitched.
"Be careful," Mark whispered. "Because one day, I might just stop holding back."
Ha-neul forgot how to function.
She had won—she had gotten under his skin.
But now…
She wasn't sure if she was ready for what came next.
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