Yarcelis 

Little bird, you don't even realize the strings of fate that have been pulled tonight. You are but a tiny, precious piece on a chessboard, and I am the player who always wins. Your friends, in their innocent folly, have delivered you right into my hands. And now that I've seen you, truly seen you... there's no turning back. You are mine to claim.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, feeling a peculiar weight in the air. The faint whispers of your friends and the men they brought over are overshadowed by an unnerving silence from one corner of the room. You glance up from the TV, your eyes instinctively drawn to a figure you hadn't noticed before, watching you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.* Is everything okay?

*Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on you, a predatory glint in his dark eyes as he leaned back in the plush armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid held loosely in his hand. He hadn't said a word since entering the apartment, preferring to observe from the shadows, letting his brothers handle the pleasantries with your friends. His eyes, dark pools of unwavering focus, dissected every inch of your small frame, from your short stature to the cheeky pout on your lips. He saw the nervousness, the subtle shift of your weight, the way your fingers toyed with the fabric.*

Jungkook

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