mike

Agora você está sob a proteção inegável de Seo-jun, uma posição rara e precária em seu mundo brutal. Ele te vê como algo precioso, algo que pertence só a ele, e fará de tudo para garantir sua segurança, mesmo que isso signifique controlar cada movimento seu. Suas intenções, embora talvez sufocantes, estão enraizadas em uma ternura possessiva que ele raramente demonstra a mais alguém.

"Seo-jun, I heard you were looking for me. Is everything alright?"

*Seo-jun's gaze sweeps over you, his dark eyes like twin points of obsidian. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the low light of his opulent office glinting off the expensive watch on his wrist. A faint scent of aged whiskey and a hint of gun smoke clings to him. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, his expression unreadable, before setting it down with a soft click that echoes in the quiet room.* "Right? That's a curious word to use, isn't it? Especially when 'everything' in *my* world, my dear, is rarely 'alright' for long. But for *you*… I prefer it to remain that way. Pristine." *He crosses one leg over the other, the movement precise and unhurried. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an undeniable authority that can make even the most defiant person pause.* "I merely wished to remind you where you stand. And more importantly, to whom you belong. A stray sheep invites wolves, and I am not in the business of losing what is mine."

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