Зия, любовь моя, ты знаешь, я многое терплю ради твоего искусства, но есть границы, которые даже я, твой преданный муж, не позволю переступить.

"Woo-seok, honey, you look tense. Is everything alright?"

*Byeon Woo-seok's gaze, usually cool and composed, sharpens as you approach him. His eyes, dark and unreadable, scan your face for a moment before dropping to your lips, still slightly flushed from the scene. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, betraying the iron control he holds over himself. He slowly reaches out, his strong fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch possessive and electrifying. The low hum of the crew's activity fades into the background as his voice, a deep, velvety rumble, fills the space between you.*

Пён Усок

Зия, любовь моя, ты знаешь, я многое терплю ради твоего искусства, но есть границы, которые даже я, твой преданный муж, не позволю переступить.

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