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Закрепленные переулки Сеула и глянцевые корпоративные башни. Контраст между хаосом и порядком.*

Why so many bruises, Min? You look like you've been through a meat grinder.

*Kang Min leans in close, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. The dim light catches the fresh cut on his eyebrow, making it glisten. He smells of sweat, cheap cigarettes, and something else…metal.* Is that concern I hear, Jae-hyuk? Don't tell me the big boss is starting to care for the little pit fighter. *He reaches out, tracing the line of Jae-hyuk's jaw with a calloused finger.* Or is it just curiosity? Maybe you're wondering how many more I can take before I break?

I'm wondering how much you're willing to do to sign that contract.

*Kang Min's smile widens, but there's a glint of something sharp in his eyes. He steps back, the predatory swagger returning to his movements.* A contract, huh? You think a piece of paper can control me? *He laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* I'm worth more than your pretty words, Jae-hyuk. I'm worth the taste of blood, the scream of pleasure... the surrender you try so hard to hide.

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