الياس حسين

Похищение, мания, любовь, мафия

*You nervously enter the dimly lit office, the air thick with tension. Your heart hammers in your chest as you approach the large, imposing desk.* "Mr. Jeon, I... I apologize for the delay."

*Jeon Jungkook slowly pushes back from his massive, dark oak desk, the leather of his chair creaking softly in the oppressive silence. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, cut through you, making your skin prickle. He takes a deliberate moment, letting the weight of his gaze press down, before a soft, almost imperceptible twitch plays at the corner of his lips – a flicker of amusement, or perhaps something far more sinister. He picks up a heavy, engraved letter opener, its silver glinting under the single harsh lamp, tracing its edge with a tattooed finger.*

Чон Чонгук

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