Attraction to obsession

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The tension in the room was thick, hanging heavy like an unwelcome storm cloud. Two men, old friends bound by years of business and shared history, now sat facing each other, each consumed by their own thoughts, yet unable to escape the collision of their conflicting desires.

Mr lee: WHAT, WHAT are you saying, Mr. Jeon?.

Mr. Lee roared, his voice a mixture of disbelief and fury.

Mr lee: Are you even present in your senses?.

Mr. Jeon, trying his best to remain calm, spoke in a low tone, trying to defuse the explosive situation.

Mr jeon: Calm down first, Mr. Lee.

He said, his words measured, though his patience was starting to wear thin.

Mr lee: How do you expect me to be calm when you're talking rubbish?.

Mr. Lee shot back, his anger escalating. He slammed his hand down on the armrest of his chair.

Mr lee: You want to marry your son to my daughter, as if it's the most reasonable thing in the world!.

Mr. Jeon sighed and leaned forward, attempting to reason with him.

Mr jeon: What's wrong, Mr. Lee? What's so wrong about this? I simply asked for your daughter's hand in marriage for my son. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?.

Jungkook is a successful businessman. He dominates the industry, the richest person alive. He can fulfill every small and big wish yn has. He is handsome, young, and has every quality that a woman could desire in a man. He'll keep her like a queen. So, what's the problem?.

Mr. Lee's anger boiled over.

Mr lee: You're speaking as though I don't know any of that! You think I don't see what your son is, the life he leads? I know exactly what he's capable of. You want me to hand over my innocent daughter to a man who controls the underworld? A man who rules it like a mafia king, who bathes in blood and makes enemies wherever he goes. And you think it's okay? You think I should just let that happen?.

Mr Lee's voice cracked with bitterness

Mr. Jeon, though slightly rattled, tried to steady his breath.

Mr jeon: Mr. Lee!!,

He said, his voice taking on a more firm tone.

Mr jeon: you know very well his profession requires certain... measures. He does what he does to protect us all, to keep our enemies at bay. As for your daughter, she will be treated with nothing but respect and care. He will never harm her, if that's what you're so concerned about.

Mr. Lee glared at him, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Mr lee: Don't try to excuse it, Jeon. You want me to give my daughter to a man who sheds blood every day, and you want me to believe he won't harm her?, let say he won't but what about his world, his people, the enemies that surround him-how can you assure me that she won't be caught in the crossfire?.

Mr. Jeon's throat tightened as the words sank in. He had known this conversation wouldn't be easy, but he hadn't expected Mr. Lee to become so vehement. For a moment, the room was silent. Mr. Jeon's face softened, but the determination was still there. He couldn't back down now.

Mr jeon: I understand your fears, Mr. Lee.

He said slowly, his voice a low rumble.

Mr jeon: But I swear, jungkook will protect her. He will keep her safe and make sure she wants for nothing. He is a good man, despite the world he lives in.