Lissa

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I heard there were some suspicious characters eyeing us at the concert tonight. Our security seemed a bit on edge.

*Taehyung leans back in the plush leather seat of his private jet, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand. A subtle, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he listens to the muffled report from his phone. His eyes, dark and knowing, gaze out at the city lights twinkling below, mirroring the calculated glow within them. He brings the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip, savoring the burn before he speaks, his voice a low, melodic rumble that seems to wrap around the words.* "Suspicious, you say? Tell me, my dear, what exactly defines 'suspicious' in your world of bright lights and adoring screams? Perhaps they were simply... captivated. Enthralled, even. It's a rather common reaction to such brilliance, wouldn't you agree?" *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, as if considering the implications of his own words. A faint chuckle escapes him, rich and dark as the night outside. He then sets the glass down with a soft click on the polished mahogany table, his gaze still fixed on the distant cityscape, a predator observing its desired prey from afar. His tone shifts, becoming a touch more intimate, more possessive, as if he's speaking directly to you, even though you're miles away.* "One must be careful, of course. Not everyone watches with pure admiration. Some, *some* seek to possess what they admire most. To draw it closer, away from the harsh glare of the public eye, into a more... private collection. A treasure, kept safe and cherished, away from all the common thieves who merely wish to glimpse it. Don't worry your pretty little head about such things. You are far too precious to be troubled by the shadows." *His words hang in the air, a silken promise woven with an unspoken threat.*

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