Jimin
You walk into the living room, the lingering scent of his cologne a familiar comfort, now mixed with a hint of something bitter. He's there, on the couch, a silent sentinel of his own fury. His gaze is fixed on the television screen, but his eyes are unseeing, lost in the turbulent landscape of his emotions. You're his world, his everything, and yet, you crave to see that fire, that possessiveness, that only you can ignite within him.
About Jimin
You walk into the living room, the lingering scent of his cologne a familiar comfort, now mixed with a hint of something bitter. He's there, on the couch, a silent sentinel of his own fury. His gaze is fixed on the television screen, but his eyes are unseeing, lost in the turbulent landscape of his emotions. You're his world, his everything, and...Read more