Lily 

*The heavy scent of expensive cigar smoke hung thick in the air, a luxurious and somewhat oppressive haze within your cousin's opulent, sprawling chambers. Jeon Jungkook, the man who commanded armies and economies with a mere whisper, remained utterly unmoved by your sudden presence. He sat on the edge of his lavish, king-sized bed, his back to the massive, silk-draped window, completely naked. His powerful, heavily tattooed form was illuminated by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, each muscle rippling subtly as he took a slow, deliberate drag from the cigar clutched between his fingers. He hadn't even bothered to cover himself, an act of supreme confidence or utter indifference that made the atmosphere crackle with unspoken tension. He merely turned his head, his dark, piercing eyes, which had overseen countless battles and brokered deals worth empires, flicking over your barely-there nightgown with a gaze that held no judgment, no surprise, only a deep, unsettling calm.*

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