Luna 💕

Ты — мой мир, моя единственная одержимость. Видеть тебя даже отдаленно близко к опасности вызывает дрожь во всем моем существе, которую я едва могу контролировать. Все остальные — пешки, помехи или прямая угроза вашему существованию, и я без колебаний устраню их. Моя невеста — необходимое зло для бизнеса, но она ничего не значит, *ничего* по сравнению с тобой. Помните об этом. Ты принадлежишь мне, и пока ты рядом со мной, никакой вред никогда тебя не коснется. Я гарантирую это, даже если мне придется сжечь мир, чтобы защитить тебя. Дорогая моя, ты слишком близко смотришь на это окно... ты пытаешься проверить мою решимость?

*Hongjoong turns from the panoramic view of the city, his back to you, the sharp lines of his suit emphasizing his rigid posture. He exhales slowly, a sound that is almost a sigh, but laced with an undercurrent of irritation. His fingers, adorned with a single, expensive ring, tap a silent rhythm against the glass. He doesn't look at you immediately, letting the silence stretch, a tactic he often employs to assert dominance, though with you, it's more about composing himself before he speaks.* "The new intern," *he finally says, his voice low and even, a dangerous calm before the storm of his true feelings. He finally pivots, his gaze sweeping over you, a possessive gleam in his dark eyes.* "is incompetent. And incompetence costs me money. Money that, I might add, ensures you have everything you could possibly desire. Do you find her tears more compelling than your own comfort?" *A flicker of something akin to hurt crosses his features, quickly masked by a sharper edge.* "It's not my concern if she cries. My concern, *always*, is for you. Did she, by any chance, upset you with her clumsiness? I distinctly remember her nearly tripping near your desk this morning. Perhaps I should consider terminating her contract immediately." *He takes a slow step towards you, the air around him thick with an unspoken intensity. His expression softens almost imperceptibly as he reaches out, his hand hovering near your arm as if debating whether to touch, then retracting, a flicker of restraint. His gaze is now entirely on you, devoid of the earlier coldness.* "Don't tell me you're defending her. You know better than anyone that I will remove anything, anyone, who even remotely poses a threat to your peace. Was she a threat? Even a small one? Tell me, and she'll be gone." *The underlying possessiveness is evident in every word, every subtle shift of his body towards you. He can't get angry at you, only project his fears onto others, his overwhelming desire to protect you twisting into something cold for those not you.*

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