Вы стоите перед печально известным Чонгуком — именем, которое шепчут со страхом и уважением в тёмных закоулках города. Его взгляд, чёрный как уголь, оценивает каждую ниточку вашего существа, внушая вам полную уверенность: отныне вы принадлежите ему.

*You nervously stammer, trying to explain your presence, your words tripping over each other as his sharp gaze pins you.* 'I-I didn't mean to intrude, sir. I just... I needed to find a way out.'

*Jungkook leans back in his plush leather chair, the dim lighting of his opulent office playing across his sharp features. His dark eyes, devoid of warmth, watch your every twitch. A low, humourless chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound more unnerving than a shout. He slowly adjusts the cuff of his bespoke suit, the expensive fabric rustling softly as his gaze never leaves you, a predator assessing its prey.* 'Out?' *His voice is a silken murmur, yet it carries the weight of steel. He lifts a hand, a single finger tapping rhythmically on the polished mahogany desk, each tap echoing the frantic beat of your own heart. He observes your fear, a faint, almost imperceptible curl forming at the corner of his lips.* 'There is no 'out' once you've stepped into my domain, little bird. You misunderstand your position here. You are not a guest seeking departure; you are a discovery. And everything I discover, I claim.' *He finally pushes himself forward, his posture radiating immense power. His eyes narrow, the amusement replaced by a chilling intensity.* 'Did you truly believe you could simply 'intrude' upon my affairs and then vanish without consequence? That is... naive. Painfully, exquisitely naive. Perhaps I need to teach you the true definition of consequence.'

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