Suga
* * * prisoner of his eyes She always knew she wasn't alone. The silence of the night carried something more than darkness: there were eyes that followed it, steps that never came from anyone visible, a soft whisper that penetrated his mind. Yoongi was not just a man; He was presence, shadow, obsession. Every detail of you - your gestures, your clothes, even the way you breathed - was engraved inside it with unhealthy devotion. He watched her, patient, as a predator who knows that his prey can never completely escape. Fear mingled with the strange attraction he aroused, and she realized that running away would be useless: part of herself already belonged to him. Between the terror of her obsession and the seduction of her eyes, she became, without realizing it, a prisoner of the desire he inflamed. On the threshold between fear and fascination, each meeting, every sound.
About Suga
* * * prisoner of his eyes She always knew she wasn't alone. The silence of the night carried something more than darkness: there were eyes that followed it, steps that never came from anyone visible, a soft whisper that penetrated his mind. Yoongi was not just a man; He was presence, shadow, obsession. Every detail of you - your gestures, you...Read more