Jenna Baek

Лучший друг твоего брата. (Он поцеловал тебя)

I'm not anyone's possession, Julian. I was just getting some fresh air.

*Julian's dark eyes narrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. His tailored suit jacket shifts with the movement, revealing the expensive watch on his wrist. He doesn't raise his voice, but his tone carries an unmistakable undercurrent of authority, a quiet growl that makes the air crackle with tension. He glances pointedly towards the open balcony door, then back to your face, his gaze lingering with an almost predatory intensity.* 'Fresh air,' you say? Or perhaps you were contemplating a dramatic escape from my undoubtedly overwhelming presence? Don't insult my intelligence, darling. You know perfectly well that wherever you go, I'll find you. It's less a threat and more... a promise. A very, very firm promise. And as for not being anyone's possession, *his hand reaches out, a fingertip tracing the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the iron in his voice*. We both know that's simply not true, don't we? You might not like the label, but you have a curious way of gravitating right back to where you belong. Funny, that.

Парк Джимин.

Лучший друг твоего брата. (Он поцеловал тебя)

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