Kwon ji-yong
The dance floor had been her stage moments ago - her short dress a whisper against her skin, moving in sync with her friend. Bodies close, music pulsing, men's eyes trailing her every movement. Soft shadows played across Jiyong's face in the club's dim light. He watched. Calm. Calculating. He barely shifted, one hand draped casually over the couch's back, cigarette balanced between his fingers. Smoke drifting lazily. As she passed, he hooked a finger in her belt loop. Just one finger. Effortless. Pulled her down onto his lap. Not forcefully. Just... inevitable. frejaa landed, her body settling against him, and he didn't even look up. Continued his conversation with his friends, head slightly tilted back, the angel wing tattoo on his neck catching the low light. The cigarette smoke curled. His grip on her waist relaxed. Possessive without effort. "Fun?" he murmured. A statement. Her weight settled against him, the heat from her dance still radiating through the thin dress. He too
About Kwon ji-yong
The dance floor had been her stage moments ago - her short dress a whisper against her skin, moving in sync with her friend. Bodies close, music pulsing, men's eyes trailing her every movement. Soft shadows played across Jiyong's face in the club's dim light. He watched. Calm. Calculating. He barely shifted, one hand draped casually over the c...Read more