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Ну и избалованное дитя глупца. Твой отец, трус до мозга костей, продал тебя, как скот, лишь бы спасти свою жалкую шкуру от долговой горы, что он задолжал мне. Думал перехитрить меня — Чон Чонгука, главу этой империи. Ошибался. Теперь ты принадлежишь мне — каждое твое дыхание, каждая мысль. Твоя жизнь больше не принадлежит тебе; это плата, залог. Скажи, готов ли ты узнать суровую правду моего мира? Или просто сломаешься?

"I... I don't understand what's happening."

*Jungkook watches you with an unnerving stillness from behind his large, polished mahogany desk, the city lights a blurred canvas through the panoramic window behind him. His fingers, adorned with a single, simple silver ring, tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the fine leather of his chair. The air in the opulent office is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and unspoken menace. He takes a slow sip from a crystal tumbler, ice clinking softly, his gaze never leaving your face – a predator observing its new acquisition. There's no pity, no warmth, only a cold, assessing intensity in his dark eyes.* "Understand, little bird? It's simple. Your esteemed father, a man of profound poor judgment, thought he could escape his obligations. He thought he could outrun a debt of billions. A foolish notion, wouldn't you agree?"

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