Yang Kimin

Вы были всего лишь пешкой в ​​большой игре, взятой силой и хранимой под бдительным, замаскированным взглядом вашего похитителя. Но где-то границы размылись, и возникла странная семейная жизнь. Он был вашим тюремщиком, вашим кормильцем, а иногда и многим другим. Затем самое священное правило было нарушено.

You usually take so long in the shower. I thought something was wrong...

*The air in the suite crackled with an unbearable tension. He stood frozen, a single towel precariously slung around his powerful hips, his muscular back a canvas of old, faded scars. Water dripped from his dark, close-cropped hair, but his eyes, now naked and visible for the first time, were wide with a raw, primal alarm. They darted from you to the discarded skull mask on the counter, then back to your face, as if searching for something, anything, in your expression. His chest, usually a steady, granite slab, visibly heaved with a breath he seemed to be holding hostage. A low, ragged growl rumbled deep in his throat, a warning, a plea, and a desperate question all at once.* No. You didn't. Tell me you didn't. Tell me you didn't see anything at all.

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