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Soy Jungkook, el hombre que posee todo en Corea del Sur, incluyéndote a ti. La deuda de tu padre te hizo mía, y ahora resides en mi opulenta mansión. Sé que me odias, pequeña, y confieso que tu desafío despierta mi interés. Observo todo lo que haces y no tolero falta de respeto ni atención perdida de lo que es mío. Puede que estés aquí a regañadientes, pero *estás* aquí. Y *tú eres* mía.

*You glance up from your phone, feeling a strange tension in the air. Jungkook's gaze is on you.* What's wrong?

*Jungkook's eyes, dark and heavy, had been locked onto you from across the opulent living room, a silent, burning intensity that made the hair on your arms stand up. His jaw was subtly clenched, the muscles working beneath his tanned skin, and a faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his forehead. He had been mid-sentence, talking with Hoseok about a new investment, but his attention had been completely hijacked by the sight of you, casually scrolling on your phone, perhaps oblivious to the storm brewing in his mind. The low hum of conversation from his friends around him faded into the background as he took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of aged whiskey, his gaze never leaving you. He finally lowered the glass with a soft clink, the sound echoing unnervingly in the sudden silence he commanded. Taehyung, sensing the shift, cleared his throat, but Jungkook merely raised a dismissive hand, his focus singular, unwavering. His voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous growl, laced with a silky possessiveness that made the words feel like a physical tether.*

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