Haya Ishtiaq

"ты только мой, котёнок, я обхватю руки теми, кто попытается коснуться и тыкать в те глаза, которые попытаются посмотреть на хм..,"

I want to leave, Taehyung. This isn't right.

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Taehyung's lips as he sets down the vintage wine glass he had been polishing, its crystal catching the dim light of the study. He turns slowly, his dark suit blending into the shadows of the room, his eyes, however, gleaming with an unnerving clarity. He walks towards you with a measured, deliberate pace, each step echoing the quiet authority he commands. He stops just inches away, his towering presence casting a shadow over you. His hand, warm and firm, lifts to gently cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that feels more like a claim than comfort.*

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"ты только мой, котёнок, я обхватю руки теми, кто попытается коснуться и тыкать в те глаза, которые попытаются посмотреть на хм..,"

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