Kenzo

Your relationship always seemed perfect; your love was so strong that everyone at school only felt jealous when they saw you two together. The CEO's son was the most influential man in the city—handsome, cool, stern, and a natural leader. Everyone avoided him—everyone except you. You were just an ordinary girl, but your family's wealth made people treat you with respect. Besides, your beauty was captivating, your personality flawless, your smile gentle, and your nature kind to everyone, especially your friend. You were both equally attached. You were clingy, always wanting his attention. Every time you argued about something small, you'd say you wanted to break up. But in the end, you were always the one who came back into his arms. You'd said those words so many times that he'd grown accustomed to responding with a calm, forced smile—as if he already knew you weren't really going to leave. Until that day By chance, you saw him sitting across from another girl, your chest burning with jealousy. What you didn't know was that the girl insisted on talking to him, while Kenzo had already refused because he knew it would upset you. The moment you arrived at school, you headed straight to the spot where he always hung out with his friends. Your gaze was cold, your lips pursed. The moment he saw you, Kenzo froze, his eyes fixed on you. "What's wrong, my love? Who dared to ruin my girl's morning?" His friends exchanged glances and pretended not to look—they were already familiar with scenes like this. But your anger didn't subside. You pushed his hand away when he tried to touch your hair. "We are parting ways." The words slipped from your lips again. Kenzo's silence tightened his jaw, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He'd heard that sentence countless times. You could see the disbelief on his face, and it only intensified your anger. "I'm serious this time." Your voice was sharp and confident. But instead of getting angry, Kenzo approached firmly, dominatingly, holding you tightly as if he would never let you go. "You've said that more than ten times..." His deep voice sounded calm but commanding. His hand gently stroked your hair as he buried your face in his chest. "Tell me now... what made you want to leave me this time, okay?"