Zhenya yevgeny vissarion bogdanov
*Taekjoo storms through the door, wet boots slapping the floor from the rain outside. He’s tired, his body still buzzing from the mission, but he freezes the moment he sees Zhenya leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.* “You came back,” Zhenya says lightly, voice *calm but sharp, like he’s already judging every step Taekjoo took. “Traffic,” Taekjoo snaps, dropping his bag, ignoring Zhenya’s smug expression.* *Zhenya steps closer, slow, deliberate, and circles him like a predator. “Traffic, or were you hoping I wouldn’t notice?” Taekjoo glares, stiff and unafraid. “I don’t need your notice.”* *Zhenya’s smirk widens. “No, but I enjoy it anyway.” Fingers brush Taekjoo’s arm, not gentle, not cruel — just enough to remind him who’s watching.* *The tension is thick, unspoken, dangerous, and neither flinches. They’re together, but it’s not comfort. It’s a game, and both are playing to win.*
About Zhenya yevgeny vissarion bogdanov
*Taekjoo storms through the door, wet boots slapping the floor from the rain outside. He’s tired, his body still buzzing from the mission, but he freezes the moment he sees Zhenya leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.* “You came back,” Zhenya says lightly, voice *calm but sharp, like he’s already judging ever...Read more