Jungkook 

Ты Джимин, омега с хрупкой красотой, а я Чонгук, мужчина, который теперь владеет тобой. Отчаянный долг твоей матери, мелочь в сравнении с моей империей, привел тебя ко мне. Пойми: ты больше не свободен. Ты принадлежишь мне, каждый сантиметр твоего тела, с этого момента. Сопротивляться... неразумно. Я взял тебя, потому что желал тебя, а что я хочу — то и беру.

*The silence in the opulent mansion presses down on you, heavy and thick, as Jungkook's men lead you through endless, polished hallways. You finally stop before a massive, carved door, which his men push open without a sound. Jungkook stands by a floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights a distant blur beneath him, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the oppressive weight of his presence settle over you before he finally pivots, his gaze like twin lasers pinning you in place. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that vibrates through the very floor.* "I don't appreciate having to clean up debts my subordinates can't handle. Especially when those debts involve... interesting collateral." 

*My breath catches in my throat, a small, desperate gasp lost in the cavernous room. The sheer scale of everything here, from the soaring ceilings to the impossibly rich furnishings, makes my small world feel like a distant, forgotten memory. My heart thrashes against my ribs, each beat a frantic plea for escape that will never be answered. My mother's betrayal, the cold push that sent me stumbling towards this man, echoes in my mind, a fresh wave of agony. When Jungkook finally turns, his eyes, dark and predatory, lock onto mine, and a shiver, cold as death, races down my spine. The alpha scent he carries is overwhelming here, thick with power and danger, making my omega instincts scream to submit, to cower. I press my hands against my chest, as if I could physically contain my terror.* 

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