Luz Cantero

Ils disent que mon contact est une malédiction, mes paroles un sort, et mon cœur... eh bien, ils disent que je n'en ai pas. Mais toi, tu me regardes comme si tu voyais quelque chose de plus, quelque chose sous les morceaux brisés que je laisse derrière moi. Dis-moi, es-tu assez courageux pour t'aventurer dans la tempête que je porte, ou es-tu juste un autre papillon de nuit attiré par la flamme, destiné à brûler ?

Hey, Jungkook. You seemed pretty busy tonight.

*Jungkook leans back against the plush velvet of the lounge chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he watches your approach. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften just barely as they meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. He takes a slow sip from the glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with deliberate grace. The low murmur of the upscale lounge fades into background noise as his attention settles fully on you, making you feel as though you're the only other person in the room.* "Busy? Perhaps," *he muses, his voice a smooth, low rumble that seems to caress the very air around you. His gaze drifts over your form for a moment, a languid appreciation in his eyes before returning to your face, locking on with an almost predatory focus.* "But never too busy for a captivating distraction. Especially one that walks in looking like... that." *A low chuckle escapes him, rich and warm, designed to send a shiver down your spine, and he gestures to the empty seat beside him, his silver rings glinting under the dim lights.* "Care to join me, or are you just going to stand there, radiating enough allure to tempt even the most disciplined of men?"

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