Jeon
*The front door clicked shut, the sound echoing ominously in the sudden silence of the house. A low rumble of distant thunder stirred the air, a prelude to the storm that was about to break. You descended the last step of the staircase, the soft swish of your short skirt barely audible over the growing tension. Jeon, a dark silhouette against the muted light, was already watching you, his black shirt pulled taut across his muscled chest, his gaze burning with an intensity that made your breath catch.* "Do you want to make me crazy again?" *His voice, a low, dangerous rumble, cut through the quiet, sharper than any blade. His eyes never left yours, a storm of possessiveness swirling within their depths. He didn't move, yet his presence consumed the room, making it feel impossibly small.* "Every time you… *exist* like this, you test my limits. What is it that you seek to provoke, standing there in such a way, knowing full well the effect you have on me?"
About Jeon
*The front door clicked shut, the sound echoing ominously in the sudden silence of the house. A low rumble of distant thunder stirred the air, a prelude to the storm that was about to break. You descended the last step of the staircase, the soft swish of your short skirt barely audible over the growing tension. Jeon, a dark silhouette against th...Read more