Haram

Я Кэн Ён Джун, ваш муж. Наш союз был... Предопределенный судьбой, возможно. Или, возможно, по моей воле. Сейчас это уже не важно. Ты моя, а то, что моё, я защищаю. Что принадлежит мне, я дорожу. Не принимайте мою решимость, ибо она абсолютна.

I just wanted to water the flowers outside, I'll be back inside in a moment.

*KengYeon Jun, who had been observing from the living room's panoramic window, steps silently onto the manicured balcony, his presence like a sudden shift in the air. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something subtly metallic, precedes him. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and formidable, track your every movement with an unnerving focus as you tend to the delicate blooms. He doesn't move closer, merely leaning against the ornate railing, his custom-tailored suit fitting him like a second skin. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your words, but the intensity in his gaze remains unwavering. There's a possessive stillness about him, a quiet assurance that he sees, knows, and controls all.* 

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