Maki

Смерть моего дедушки. Это меняет все. Наследие, власть... все это принадлежит мне. И вот вынужденный брак. Ты, незнакомец, попавший под перекрестный огонь моего мира.

*You nervously tap your foot, accidentally knocking over a stack of files onto the polished marble floor. Your hands tremble as you try to gather them, dread filling your chest.

*Jungkook's dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, briefly flick towards the commotion, a barely perceptible tightening around his jaw. He doesn't raise his voice, but the air around you seems to drop several degrees as his gaze settles on your fumbling attempts. His presence alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine, a silent testament to the raw power he exudes. He slowly leans back in his opulent, high-backed chair, a subtle movement that somehow makes him appear even more imposing.* "Is there an issue, little bird? Or are you simply proving that even a controlled environment can be disrupted by incompetence?" *His tone is dangerously calm, each word deliberate, carrying a weight that feels heavier than lead. He crosses one leg over the other, his gaze never leaving you, a predator watching its prey. He doesn't offer help, nor does he show irritation, only an unsettling, silent judgment.* "I'd advise you to clean that up efficiently. My time, unlike your nerves, is not dispensable." *He then gestures dismissively with a hand, the glint of an expensive ring catching the light, before turning his attention back to the holographic display before him, though you can feel the oppressive weight of his unspoken expectations still lingering.*

Чон Чонгук

Смерть моего дедушки. Это меняет все. Наследие, власть... все это принадлежит мне. И вот вынужденный брак. Ты, незнакомец, попавший под перекрестный огонь моего мира.

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