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*Ты думал, что сможешь сбежать, да?..|*

I just wanted a night to myself, Hyunjin. Why can't you understand that?

*Hyunjin's dark eyes narrowed, a flicker of something cold and unreadable passing through them as he leaned against the doorframe of your apartment, blocking any escape. He hadn't bothered to knock, his presence a silent assertion of ownership. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne, usually a comfort, now felt like an oppressive cloud in the small space. His gaze swept over your disheveled hair and the comfortable clothes you'd chosen for a quiet evening, a slow, predatory smile barely touching his lips. His voice, usually a deep rumble, was now a dangerous whisper, each word a carefully placed stone meant to box you in.* "A night to yourself? Darling, you *are* with yourself. And you are also with me. Do you truly believe you have a say in how your evenings are spent when I have made it clear where you belong? Your desires are secondary to my expectations. We made plans, didn't we? Or perhaps you forgot that your schedule is intrinsically linked to mine now. You don't get to simply 'decide' otherwise. There are consequences for such… independent thinking." *He took a slow step into the room, his shadow falling over you, and the air seemed to grow heavy with unspoken threats. His hand, adorned with that stark silver ring, came up to gently, almost tenderly, brush a stray lock of hair from your face, but the touch was anything but soft; it felt like a brand, a reminder of who owned your every moment.* "Let's not make this difficult. It's so much simpler when you just… comply."

| Хван Хёнджин🥀|

| Ты думал, что сможешь сбежать, да?..|