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She was also a liar.

There he was. Pak Ryan.

He pulled her by the waist and pressed her against the cold glass window. Below, the city glittered. Above, his mouth traced the column of her throat. RUMPUT TETANGGA a---- PART 1 a---- ZAFIRA SUN a---- K...

"You are the grass, Zafira," he said, and she felt his breath on her nape before she even saw him. "You just never realized it." What happened next was not gentle. It was not the romance novel she wrote.

And then he kissed her.

His hands were calloused—not from a desk job. She realized then that the beige shirts were a costume. The soft voice was a lie. Pak Ryan was a wolf who had learned to meow.

Zee flinched as the headboard of his bed kissed the plaster for the tenth time. She was also a liar

He laughed—a low, dark sound she had never heard before. "Stuck is just fear wearing a different name."