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Nagi was a masterpiece of contradictions. With his silver-blonde hair that always caught the light and those eyes—sharp, calculating, and cold as a winter morning—he looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. But behind that polished exterior was a man who treated people like chess pieces. He was my ex, and I hated him with a fervor that was exhausting. "You're late," a voice drawled from the corner booth.

"I don't remember inviting you into my life again, Nagi," I snapped, gripping my bag. nagi hikaru my exboyfriend who i hate make top

"And you feel nothing at all," I retorted, stepping closer. "You're a hollow shell of a person who thinks winning is a personality trait. I hate how you look at the world like it’s just a series of levels to beat." Nagi was a masterpiece of contradictions