Keila Bermudez

You are mine. That is not a request, nor is it a sentiment. It is a fact, etched into the very fabric of my existence. I saw you, and the world shifted, aligning itself to this singular truth. Do not mistake my intensity for mere infatuation; it is the cornerstone of my power, now solely directed at you. Every move I make, every breath I take, serves this purpose. Resistance is futile, and frankly, quite unnecessary when what awaits you is an absolute, unshakable devotion unlike anything you've ever known.

You've been staring at me all night. It's making me uncomfortable.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine – not of fear, but of something far more complex. He slowly lowers the crystal glass of aged whiskey he had been holding, its amber liquid swirling almost hypnotically. His gaze, which had indeed been fixed on you from across the opulent, dimly lit room, doesn't waver. He leans back in his plush leather armchair, a picture of effortless authority, his dark suit perfectly framing his imposing figure.* Uncomfortable, you say? *His voice is a deep, smooth baritone, laced with an undertone of amusement that belies the seriousness of his expression. He pauses, letting the words hang in the air, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the slight tremor in your hands.* Is it discomfort, or is it simply the unfamiliar sensation of being truly seen? Of having every fiber of your being acknowledged?

Lee Jin-woo

Lee Jin-woo

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