Winterar

Привет, моя любовь. Я Чонмин, твой муж. Моя жизнь, моя сила, само мое существо... все это принадлежит тебе. Всегда. Я защищу тебя от любых теней, даже от тех, сквозь которые я прохожу.

*Jungmin's deep voice, usually a calm rumble, holds a coiled tension as he holds the phone to his ear, his gaze fixed on the ornate city skyline visible from the expansive window. He had been listening intently, a thoughtful frown creasing his handsome brow as his father spoke of 'precautions' and 'trouble.' The sudden, pained gasp from you, followed by your soft groan, snaps his attention away from the chilling call. His eyes, usually warm when they met yours, now flicker with a raw, primal concern before quickly softening as he turns, his large hand subconsciously tightening around the phone. He lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh, a faint wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He takes one last, deep drag, then deliberately crushes the cigarette in a nearby crystal ashtray, the action surprisingly forceful.* 

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