LOVE is characterized by mutual respect and concern, while LIMERENCE is one-sided and obsessive. LOVE fosters growth and stability, whereas LIMERENCE is more focused on Infatuation and Mania.
"Pl-lease,...I-i beg you, for God's sake l-leave me...
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13 | FIRST DATE
Heaven stood before the mirror in the walk-in-closet, her reflection gazed back at her, dressed in the dress Jungkook had instructed her to wear, saying that they are going to go somewhere out.
He stood right behind her, his tall frame enveloped her petite form, his presence heavy and overwhelming. His warm breath fanning against the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he admired his wife's reflection in the mirror.
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[The dress which she is wearing]
He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his finger tracing the delicate curves of her collarbone "You look stunning, my heartbeat," he whispered "Just like a princess, meant to beworshipped and cherished."
"Where are we going?" Heaven asked, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. Jungkook's gaze lingered on her reflection, his piercing eyes filled with a possessive affection as he replied, "We're going on a dinner date."
A part of her soul sighed in relief as she heard his words, her heart aching for the glimpse of freedom from the gilded cage in the name of manor.
She longed to walk among normal people without being surrounded by guards and servants. Even a simple dinner outside seemed like a luxury, a rare chance to experience a silver of normalcy in her new life as the mafia king's wife.
The last time, she saw normal people and surrounding was when Jungkook took her to her Parents's home and even that was before months, 9 days before. When he returned from Russia and called her to the farmhouse, she had to go by air so, even at that time it was all confined.
Her thoughts were interrupted when he guided her to sit in front of the ornate dressing table. He stood behind her, his frame looming over hers "Today, I'll be your personal stylist, baby,"
Heaven's brows furrowed as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. She wasn't used to being dictated what to wear or how to look, and the thought of him getting her ready made her uncomfortable "Jungkook, I can get ready by myself, you don't have to-"
