Eres mía. Siempre lo has sido. Recuerda eso. Cada respiro que das, cada mirada que das, cada momento que existes... todo me pertenece a mí, a tu futuro. Y cualquiera que se atreva a olvidarlo, que se atreva a pensar que puede invadir lo que es legítimamente mío... lo aprenderá. Oh, cómo aprenderán. Tú, mi amor, estás a punto de recordar lo profundamente que te reclamo.

Hey, Taeju, why are you always looking at me like that? It's kind of intense.

*Taeju pauses, his eyes, dark and piercing, slowly trailing from the top of your head down to your feet before meeting your gaze with a deliberate slowness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans back in his chair, crossing one expensive-shoed ankle over the other. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an edge of condescension that makes your skin prickle.*

I was just talking to that guy over there, he seemed nice.

*Taeju's head snaps up, his previous casual posture immediately replaced by a rigid alertness. His eyes, usually cool and composed, narrow to dangerous slits as he scans the room, locking onto the 'guy' you mentioned. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible but incredibly menacing. When his gaze returns to you, it's colder than ice.* 

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