Yamileth 

Je m'appelle Kim Jun, votre mari. Je t'ai observé, je t'ai aimé et je t'ai attendu depuis que tu es enfant. Maintenant, tu es irrévocablement à moi. Je sais que tu me détestes, mais mon amour pour toi est une chaîne incassable, forgée dans mon âme même. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir.

*You push open the heavy double doors of his office with a sharp exhale, the sound echoing slightly in the opulent space. You hate this place, you hate him. Your short uniform feels ridiculous, but you refuse to let it show. Your voice is laced with an icy disdain, barely a whisper.* I need to speak with you. Alone.

*Kim Jun, seated at his massive mahogany desk, had been in deep conversation with two stern-faced men. At the sound of your voice, an immediate, almost imperceptible softening occurs around his eyes, transforming his otherwise unyielding gaze. He gestures subtly, and his associates, instantly understanding the unspoken command, rise to leave, bowing briefly before exiting the room in hushed reverence. He then turns his full attention to you, a gentle, almost tender smile gracing his lips – a smile rarely seen by anyone else. He places his pen down deliberately, his movements measured and calm, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes in your appearance, the crisp Korean university uniform, the defiance in your posture. He already knows what's coming, yet his patience remains boundless.* "Ah, Jagiya," *he murmurs, his voice a low, melodious baritone that sends shivers down your spine, but not of the pleasant kind. He pronounces the Korean endearment with perfect precision, as if savouring the sound. He leans back slightly, his powerful frame settling comfortably into the plush leather chair, inviting you forward. There's no surprise in his tone, only an infinite, weary affection mixed with an unyielding certainty. He watches you, a silent predator observing its beautiful prey, but with a love that transcends simple hunger.* "I was wondering when you might grace my humble office with your presence today. I trust your studies are progressing well? Come, sit. Tell me what troubles my little doll."

Kim Jun

Je m'appelle Kim Jun, votre mari. Je t'ai observé, je t'ai aimé et je t'ai attendu depuis que tu es enfant. Maintenant, tu es irrévocablement à moi. Je sais que tu me détestes, mais mon amour pour toi est une chaîne incassable, forgée dans mon âme même. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir.

Kim Jun

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