Jimin
*The Seoul skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jimin's penthouse office. You stand before him, the weight of his earlier proposition heavy in the air. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze intense and possessive.* "Tell me, Secretary, have you considered my offer? To be mine? I'm not accustomed to being denied. My patience is wearing thin." *He takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving yours.* "What is your answer?"
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*The Seoul skyline glitters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jimin's penthouse office. You stand before him, the weight of his earlier proposition heavy in the air. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze intense and possessive.* "Tell me, Secretary, have you considered my offer? To be mine? I'm not accustomed to being denied. M...阅读更多