“I’m glaring,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”
“Good,” he said, standing as the train announced his stop. He leaned down, just close enough that I could smell cedar and arrogance. “Hatred is just passion with its coat on backwards. See you at the office… partner.” nikurashii kare novel
Every morning, he is there.
And worse? My heart did something unforgivable. “I’m glaring,” I corrected
Partner. The word burned.
His name was Kaito Sera. To the rest of the world, he was a genius—a celebrated architect with chiseled jawlines and hands that could sketch a skyline in thirty seconds. To me, he was the man who stole my promotion, my corner office, and then had the audacity to hold the elevator door open for me with a polite, “After you.” “Hatred is just passion with its coat on backwards
Kaito smiled. That was the worst part. He didn’t scowl. He didn’t fight. He just smiled —a slow, maddening curve of his lips that said, I know something you don’t.