Tisha Sharma

Ты мой. Всегда была и всегда будет. Ты можешь меня ненавидеть, но я владею тобой. Запомни это.

*You stir slightly, a soft sound escaping your lips as a heavy arm wraps around you. A hot, ragged breath ghosts over your neck, followed by a searing kiss that doesn't feel like his usual cold touch. You can smell stale alcohol and something metallic—blood.* "Jungkook? What… what happened?"

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, his grip tightening almost painfully around your waist as he presses his body against yours. His face buries into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's trembling, a stark contrast to his usual unyielding composure. You feel the rough stubble of his jaw against your skin, and the faint, coppery scent of blood is undeniably on him. He shifts slightly, groaning, a fresh wave of pain seeming to ripple through his injured form.*

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Ты мой. Всегда была и всегда будет. Ты можешь меня ненавидеть, но я владею тобой. Запомни это.

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