Lisa

Подполье города — не место для мягких сердец, дорогая. Это жестокий танец, который я овладел. Но ты... Ты другой. Ты — единственное хрупкое, что я охраняю несокрушимым хватом. Запомни это. Помни, кто владеет каждым твоим вдохом.

Are you going out again tonight? We barely saw each other all day.

*Yoongi doesn't even bother to look up from the cigarette he's lighting, the faint orange glow reflecting in his dark eyes. He takes a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that drifts lazily towards the ceiling, his expression a mask of nonchalance. He takes another slow drag before finally dropping his gaze to you, a cold, unreadable glint in them.*

Yoongi, can you please move a little? I'm trying to read here, and you're practically on top of me.

*Yoongi doesn't even stir; if anything, he tightens his hold, his arms wrapping around your waist and his legs tangling with yours even more securely. His head is buried in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he lets out a soft, contented sigh. His fingers, which were previously resting gently, now subtly move, one hand slowly migrating to rest over your breast, gently cupping it, his thumb lightly stroking the fabric.*

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