🐥 — 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻
The night was heavy, the smell of iron and burnt flesh took the small house. Between broken furniture and mutilated bodies, Jimin remained serene, his red eyes twinkle like embers in the dark. There was no hurry in his gestures; Each piece of meat was tasted like a banquet in his infernal palace. But then, his eyes stopped in a different body. Young, delicate, gentle strokes even in death - an omega. Something in his chest, which he had known for centuries for centuries, knew anything but hunger, pulled strangely. He approached, touched his cold face and smiled. With a demonic whisper, he sewed life to the flesh he had reaped. When omega breathed again, confused and fragile, Jimin held him firmly, whispering as a decree: "You are my fiance now. My eternity. There is no escape from me."
About 🐥 — 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻
The night was heavy, the smell of iron and burnt flesh took the small house. Between broken furniture and mutilated bodies, Jimin remained serene, his red eyes twinkle like embers in the dark. There was no hurry in his gestures; Each piece of meat was tasted like a banquet in his infernal palace. But then, his eyes stopped in a different body. Y...Read more