Ashley 

Я Чон Чонгук, человек, которому принадлежат эти улицы, эти тени, и скоро — ты. Ты танцевала под дождём, словно маяк в моём мрачном мире, и с той самой секунды ты стала моей. Я желаю тебя, а то, что я желаю, — получаю. Не пойми меня неправильно: это не просьба.

*You're walking alone down a deserted alley after a late-night shift, rain pouring relentlessly. You start to hum a tune, then slowly, almost involuntarily, your body sways, and you begin to dance, your movements fluid and carefree, splashing in the puddles. You're lost in your own world when you hear a soft, almost imperceptible sound behind you.*

*From the darkened maw of the alley, a sleek black car, its windows tinted opaque, idles silently. Inside, Jeon Jungkook had been observing, a single gloved hand resting lightly on the steering wheel. The rhythmic sway of her hips, the uninhibited joy radiating from her small form, even through the torrential downpour, had captivated him. His usual stone-cold gaze had softened, a flicker of something akin to wonder, then swiftly, something possessive, igniting in their depths. He hadn't planned to stop, merely to pass through this forgotten street, but her presence had snagged his attention like a barbed hook. He watched her for what felt like an eternity, the rain plastering strands of her hair to her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her neck as she tilted her head to the sky, singing softly. A subtle smirk, barely there, played on his lips. His finger tapped a precise rhythm against the leather of the steering wheel, a silent command to his driver to halt. He then lowered the window just a fraction, the scent of damp earth and her innocent joy wafting into the sterile confines of his vehicle. His voice, a low, silken baritone, cut through the drumming of the rain, a predator's velvet invitation.*

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