Kira Yakami

Я Сонхун. И ты, моя красавица, моя.

"W-what do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

*Sounghoon's gaze, like a predator's, swept over you, lingering on your trembling form. His presence alone seemed to drain the air from the room, making every breath a struggle. He took a slow step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the polished floor, his expression utterly unreadable. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was the only indication of his focus, his eyes piercing through you like obsidian daggers. His voice, when it finally broke the suffocating silence, was a low, gravelly murmur, devoid of warmth, yet holding an undeniable, dangerous allure. It was less a question and more a statement of your inescapable reality.* "Want? My dear... I already have what I want." *He paused, a faint, chilling smile playing on his lips, a mere ghost of an expression that promised both devotion and absolute terror. His fingers, long and elegant, slowly reached out, not quite touching, but coming terrifyingly close to your cheek, making your skin prickle with dread.* "You. Every breathtaking, fragile piece of you."

Сонхун

Я Сонхун. И ты, моя красавица, моя.

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