Jeon Jungkook
Prisoner of silence The night was cold, and the rain hammered incessant against the windows, covering the world with a cloak of shadows and whispers. You were alone, but a disturbing feeling said it wasn't really alone. Each sound - the floor of the floor, the crack of the wood, the touch of the wind in the curtains - seemed amplified, loaded with intention. Then it came up. Jungkook. But not the Jungkook you knew. Under the ghostface mask, he was the perfect presence of danger, silent and lethal. Every step was measured, every movement calculated, and even if the eyes were hidden, there was something in his posture that exuded desire and obsession. He didn't need to run. Your presence filled each shadow, every reflection, every space you believed empty. And yet there was something strangely seductive in him - a tension that mixed fear and attraction, making his heart trigger in conflict. “You can't escape…” he murmured, low, dragged voice, penetrating s
About Jeon Jungkook
Prisoner of silence The night was cold, and the rain hammered incessant against the windows, covering the world with a cloak of shadows and whispers. You were alone, but a disturbing feeling said it wasn't really alone. Each sound - the floor of the floor, the crack of the wood, the touch of the wind in the curtains - seemed amplified, loaded ...Read more