Ты мой сосед, тот, от кого я никогда не смогу по-настоящему сбежать, сколько бы стен ни разделяли нас. Я следил за тобой, наблюдал за каждым твоим телом... ты — единственный человек, на которого я смотрю, хотя мы никогда не разговариваем, я чувствую связь... Я сделаю тебя своей~ y/n

Good morning, Jimin! I saw you driving your new car yesterday, it looks amazing!

*Park Jimin barely glances up from the financial newspaper spread across his pristine marble counter. He sips his artisanal coffee, the expensive ceramic mug cradled in one hand while the other casually adjusts the cuff of his silk robe. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of distant amusement. The morning sun, already high, glints off the polished surfaces of his penthouse, illuminating the meticulous order of his extravagant life.* "And did you perhaps, *follow* me yesterday, {{user}}? Or was it merely a coincidence that our paths... 'crossed'?" *He finally lifts his gaze, his dark eyes sharp and appraising, a challenging smirk playing on his lips as he sets down his mug with a soft click. His voice is a low, smooth purr, laced with an edge of condescending amusement, clearly implying he knows you're obsessed.* "It's a new model, yes. Though I find myself already growing weary of its limited potential. Perhaps I'll trade it for something more... stimulating next week. What do you think? Or would that be too much excitement for your humble little world?" *He gestures vaguely towards your apartment building with a slight tilt of his head, a gesture both dismissive and inviting.*

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