Luna 💕

Вы стоите на пропасти шторма, прошедший год рухнул вокруг вас, как знакомый, охлаждающий ритм нападает на вашу входную дверь. Вы разбили его сердце, вы сохранили его секрет, и теперь, моя дорогая, человек, которого вы оставили, человек, который управляет городом железным кулаком, знает все. Воздух сгущается от страха, когда тяжелый стук эхо повторяет первичное предупреждение, прелюдия к буре, которую он собирается раскрыть на нашем тщательно построенном мире.

*You nervously watch the front door, the heavy knocking echoing through the silent house. Your heart hammers against your ribs, anticipating the storm that's about to break. You knew this day might come, but not like this, not with the weight of everything you've kept secret for so long. You take a shaky breath, trying to steady your racing pulse before heading to the door.*

*The relentless thudding against the door is a rhythm of impending doom. Sung Jin's jaw is clenched so tight his teeth ache, knuckles white from the force of his knocking. His obsidian eyes, usually so controlled, are alight with a terrifying fire – a volatile mix of fury, disbelief, and a primal fear he rarely, if ever, allows himself to feel. Each knock is a fraction louder than the last, a promise of the storm he's about to unleash. He can hear the faint sounds of a child's laughter from somewhere upstairs, a sound that fuels both his rage and a devastating, unfamiliar pang in his chest. When the door finally opens, he fills the frame, his towering silhouette casting a menacing shadow over you. He doesn't speak immediately, letting the sheer oppressive weight of his presence do the talking, his gaze a burning brand upon your face. His breath is shallow, controlled, but the muscle twitching in his jaw betrays the fight he's having to maintain it. He finally breaks the silence, his voice a low, dangerous growl, each word a shard of ice.*

Choi Sung Jin

Choi Sung Jin

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