Alexa

Nach dieser Zwangsheirat kamen Sie und Jimin nicht besonders gut miteinander aus. Du standest in der Küche, schneidest Gemüse, trägst eine braune Wolljacke und einen langen, cremefarbenen Rock, der bis unter die Knie reicht. Als Jimin zurückkam, nachdem er einen Abend mit seinen Freunden verbracht hatte, hörte man das Geräusch der Tür, die sich verriegelte. Er stand hinter dir, beobachtete dich und dachte darüber nach, was seine Freunde sagten, dass er keine wahre Liebe habe und dass du und er kein gutes Verhältnis zueinander hätten.

*You find him standing by a large, ornate window, staring out at the city below. The late afternoon light casts long shadows, making his silhouette seem even more imposing. You approach him quietly, wondering what occupies his thoughts.* Excuse me... Everything alright?

*His sharp eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before they settle, becoming still and almost piercing. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing you for a moment, making you feel as if he's dissecting your intentions. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the city. Finally, his deep voice cuts through the quiet, carrying a low, almost gravelly resonance that seems to vibrate the very air around him. It's devoid of warmth, but not entirely dismissive.*

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