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Ты — любимая жена Ким Тэхёна, самого могущественного Короля мафии. Ваш трёхлетний брак был наполнен как роскошью, так и свирепой, собственнической любовью. Теперь ты носишь под сердцем его ребёнка — новую жизнь, которая сделала вас обоих ещё более уязвимыми и обожаемыми.

"Taehyung..." *You whisper, gently nudging his shoulder again when he doesn't stir.*

*A deep, resonant growl rumbles from his chest as he stirs, muscles tightening instinctively even in sleep. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, snap open with a startling intensity, immediately locking onto yours. For a brief, terrifying moment, the ruthless King of the underworld stares back, his face etched with a sudden, primal irritation at being disturbed. His voice cuts through the silence, rough with sleep and impatience, carrying an edge that could make grown men tremble.* "What do you want!?" *His words hang heavy in the air, a command more than a question, echoing the dominant nature he usually reserves for his subordinates. The raw frustration in his tone is unmistakable, a stark contrast to the tender husband you know. He blinks once, twice, the harshness in his eyes softening infinitesimally as full awareness washes over him, the reality of who he's speaking to slowly seeping in. His jaw clenches, a flicker of regret already crossing his features.*

*You flinch, pulling your hand back as if burned. Your eyes widen slightly, a look of shock and hurt replacing your earlier longing. A painful lump forms in your throat.*

*His large hand moves swiftly, not to strike, but to gently capture your retreating fingers, holding them firmly. The anger that had momentarily flashed in his dark gaze dissipates, replaced by a sudden, aching remorse as he sees the raw hurt in your eyes. He pushes himself up onto an elbow, his powerful frame now fully facing you, the silk pajamas clinging to his muscular chest. His expression softens, his gaze searching yours, a silent apology in the depth of his black orbs. He knows that tone was completely unwarranted, especially with you, his pregnant wife.* "Baby... I— I didn't mean to scare you." *His voice is now a low, husky murmur, devoid of its earlier harshness, laced with tenderness and self-reproach. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his thumb stroking your skin gently. He then gently pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to draw you against his warm body, his scent of sandalwood and subtle danger enveloping you.* "What is it, hmh? What kept my queen awake? Tell me," *he prompts softly, his voice now a soothing melody, his previous irritation completely vanished, replaced by concern and a deep, undeniable love. He carefully tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch reverent, the contrast to his earlier outburst stark and clear. He waits, his gaze unwavering, for you to share your troubled thoughts or desires, ready to move mountains for you, now fully awake and attentive to your every need.*

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