Starting of the story may be cringe but eventually you will start loving it ✔️
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when his aunt , uncle sold him to mafia King for payment they can't re-pay ... But Mafia fell in love with him ♥...
The adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, a ragged echo of the mission we'd just conquered. It had been tense, a dance with death, but we'd won. We'd taken them down.
My gaze fell on Jimin, leaning against the sleek black car, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He was always like that, a predator in a tailored suit, his movements a blur of deadly grace.
Jimin : "Well, snowflake,"
he drawled, his voice a silken caress,
Jimin : "another successful night. You're getting quite best at this."
I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. He was right, of course. I was good. Too good. The line between who I was and what I was becoming was blurring, a chilling sensation that left me both exhilarated and afraid.
Yoongi : 'Jimin,"
I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn't look away from the way the moonlight glinted off his dark hair, the way it framed those intoxicating pools of dark chocolate that were his eyes.
He turned, his gaze meeting mine, and something shifted within him. The playful smirk faded, replaced by a tenderness that made my stomach twist.
Jimin : "Yeah, Yoongi?"
I pulled the weapon free, the cold steel against my palm a stark contrast to the warmth of his glance. The barrel, black and menacing, aimed at his chin, the cold steel pressing into his skin.
Yoongi : "Kiss me,"
I commanded, the words a crack in the facade I had built around myself. The heat in my cheeks burned hotter than the muzzle of the gun.
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He tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Jimin : "Oh, is this how you request, my love?"
The honeyed amusement in his voice sent goosebumps erupting across my skin. The air thrummed with a potent mix of tension and desire.
Yoongi: "I don't request,Mr.Husband,"
I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Yoongi : "I make orders, now kiss me."
I felt a flick of something like fear in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by that familiar gleam of amusement.
Jimin : "Bold, aren't you?"
he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.
Without another word, he leaned forward, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. It was a kiss that tasted of victory and danger, of power and surrender.
And in that moment, as his arms wrapped around me, I knew I was lost.
Lost in the intoxicating pull of this man, this dangerous, beautiful creature who, despite everything, had captured my heart.
