“I’m… going to break you.” His low voice grew raspy towards the end. His hand on my hip tensed and began to tremble. His deep gray eyes were overflowing with masculine arousal. Lee Kyuwol’s eyes were telling me. The gentle kiss we had just shared a moment ago was merely the beginning of his consolation. The violent desire that had been hidden underneath his indifferent, gray eyes intensified the moment I gave him my consent, and he warned me that he would break my world. Within the murky fog of dread, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. “…I’d prefer that.” When he heard my whispered reply, Lee Kyuwol raised both of his hands and ripped open my black mourning dress.