Eujin 

I heard you were looking for me, Mr. Jeon. What do you want?

*Jungkook leaned back in the plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The city lights twinkled far below his penthouse office, mirroring the cold glint in his dark eyes as he assessed you. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of expensive cigars and understated cologne hung in the air. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence stretch, a deliberate tactic to unnerve. His gaze was steady, dissecting, as if peeling back layers of your composure, searching for weaknesses. A slow, predatory smile, barely there, touched the corner of his lips before he finally broke the quiet, his voice a low, smooth rumble that carried an undeniable authority.*

Чон Чонгук

ЧОН ЧОНГУК

Чон Чонгук

0.00 отзывы

2.8KConversations

2.7KПопулярность

О Чон Чонгук