𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

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[Jungkook's POV]

“If you’re not afraid, Lizzie,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction, “then why are you still pressed against me like you can’t bear to move away?”

The heat of my words wrapped around her, and I caught the flicker of surprise in her eyes before a blush crept across her cheeks.

She finally took a step back, scurrying away as if my presence burned. “What do you want?” she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

“What mind games are you playing?”

I couldn’t help but smirk at her unease.

I settled into a chair, the leather creaking beneath me, and motioned for her to take a seat across from me.

I caught her wiping sweat from her brow with a tissue, and a cocky smile tugged at my lips. I relished the feeling of having her at my mercy, her heart racing like a wild animal.

“Sorry for speaking in riddles,” I began, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “I thought you’d catch on, but maybe I need to spell it out for you. You see, your dear uncle Viktor is planning to pitch in his own stepson, Jack, to marry you.”

I watched as the color drained from her face, disbelief mixing with anger. “You’re joking,” she snapped, her voice sharp.

“You think my uncle would try something like that?”

“Oh, but isn’t it cute?” I leaned back, crossing my arms and feigning innocence. “Viktor just wants what’s best for his little girl. A powerful alliance and all that, right?” I let the words hang in the air, enjoying the way her eyes narrowed.

She exploded, her voice laced with outrage. “You’re seriously questioning my uncle's intentions? You think he would actually do that to me?” She shot me a glare that could slice through steel, and I couldn’t help but admire her fire.

“Look, I’m just the messenger here,” I shrugged, keeping my tone casual. “But it seems like your uncle has some plans that might not include you running the show alone anymore.”

She huffed, trying to maintain her composure. “And you’re just here to stir the pot, huh? You really think you can just waltz in and make a mess of things with your little games?”

“Maybe I just enjoy watching you squirm,” I shot back, smirking at her irritation. “It’s a shame to think someone else might take the throne, don’t you think? Especially when you’re more than capable of ruling it yourself.”

Her jaw clenched, and I could see the gears turning in her mind, plotting her next move. “This is ridiculous,” she finally muttered, but the fire in her eyes told me she wouldn’t let it go. She was a queen, after all, and I had just tossed a wrench into her kingdom.

“You know, it’s quite charming how your uncle thinks he can just throw you to the wolves, right?” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table, my gaze locked onto hers.