Nikurashii Kare — Novel

“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.