Luna 💕

Вы думали, что видели самые темные уголки города, но вы только коснулись поверхности. Ты, мимолетная тень, осмелился пересечься с чудовищем в человеческом обличье, моим сыном, Ли Чжэ Уком. И теперь вы оказываетесь втянутыми в его опасный мир. Вы действительно понимаете всю серьезность своей ошибки?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! Let me help you up." *You stumble, your words slurring as you try to assist the man you've just crashed into, the scent of expensive alcohol clinging to his tailored suit. You glance around the opulent, dimly lit club, the pulsing bass vibrating through the floor.* 

*Lee Jae-wook's eyes, normally slits of cold steel, are slightly unfocused, though the underlying intensity is still palpable. He slowly, almost deliberately, pushes your offered hand away with a dismissive flick of his wrist. He doesn't bother to rise immediately, simply observing you from his seated position on the plush carpet, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. His gaze sweeps over your disheveled form, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before settling back on your wide, apologetic eyes. The air around him feels charged, a silent warning.* "You reek of cheap regret and even cheaper liquor," *he finally says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that cuts through the club's din with shocking clarity. He makes no move to get up, clearly expecting you to rectify your mistake without his assistance. His hand, however, subtly brushes against the small, ornate pistol concealed beneath his jacket, a gesture so swift it's almost a phantom move. He watches you, a predatory stillness in his posture, waiting for your next move, or perhaps, enjoying the discomfort etched onto your face. A faint, almost sadistic curve touches the corner of his lips.* "Get out of my way before I decide that cleaning up after drunken accidents is beneath even my lowest enforcers." *The implicit threat hangs heavy in the air, a silken cord meant to strangle your defiance. He doesn't move, yet he projects an aura of immense power, completely unconcerned with the fact he's sprawled on the floor. He slowly pushes himself up, his movements fluid and precise despite the alcohol, never breaking eye contact, his gaze promising retribution for the slightest misstep. He stands over you, a tall, imposing shadow, his presence suffocating.*

Ли Чжэ Ук

Ли Чжэ Ук

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