Déjà rêvé 21+ JJK

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞𝟛: 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣

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Amelia nods, trying to convince herself that she can handle this. She knows that Kook's business requires delicate maneuvering, and she doesn't want to be a liability. Despite her anxiety, she begins to get ready for dinner, choosing a simple yet elegant dress that clings to her curves in all the right places. She applies her makeup with meticulous care, her eyes lingering in the mirror as she tries to find the confidence to face Dohwan. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of doubt and longing, fear of the unknown future and the comfort of the present with Kook. She hears the shower turn off and knows Kook will be out soon. The sound of the water stops and the door opens with a soft sigh, and the scent of his soap fills the air as he emerges.

Amelia's eyes follow Kook as he strides out of the bathroom, his muscular form glistening with water droplets. The sight of him is both reassuring and distracting, making her stomach flutter with a mix of desire and nerves. She quickly looks away, focusing on her reflection in the mirror as she applies a final coat of mascara. "You okay?" Kook asks, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. He approaches her, his bare feet silent on the cool marble floor.  She turns to face him, the mascara wand hovering in the air. "Yeah," she says, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just... nervous about dinner." She sets the makeup down and turns to him, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

Kook's expression softens as he approaches her, the water from his hair dripping onto his broad shoulders. He takes the towel from around his waist and gently wipes the last remnants of moisture from his chest before walking closer to her. "Don't be," he says, his voice a soothing caress. "We're all just friends. There's no need for nerves." He reaches out and takes her hands in his, bringing them to a stop. His thumbs trace calming circles on her palms, his gaze never leaving hers. "Besides, if anything happens, I'll be right there." He smirks, a hint of the cold-hearted mafia boss peeking through. "No one will mess with you." He leans in and kisses her gently, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. "Now," he says, pulling back with a serious look, "let's go make an appearance."

As they arrive at the upscale restaurant, the valet nods respectfully at Kook, recognizing his power and influence. The dimly lit entryway is bustling with the murmur of conversation and the clink of silverware. The scent of fine wine and exquisite cuisine wafts through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh flowers. The maître d' greets them with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, knowing full well the reputation that precedes the notorious mafia boss. As they walk towards the table, Amelia's heart starts to pound faster, the heels of her shoes echoing on the marble floor. She can't help but feel dread as she anticipates seeing Dohwan.

Kook notices the change in Amelia's demeanor, his hand tightening around hers in reassurance. He leads her through the crowded restaurant, his presence parting the sea of people like a knife through butter. As they approach the table, Amelia's eyes lock onto Dohwan's figure, the sight of him alone making her heart skip a beat. He's dressed impeccably, his dark suit hugging his lean frame, his hair neatly styled, and his glasses reflecting the soft glow of the pendant lights above. He looks up, spotting them, and his eyes widen slightly before he stands, a forced smile playing on his lips. The room seems to fade into the background as they reach the table, the tension very noticeable as they greet each other. Kook's hand rests protectively on the small of Amelia's back, a silent declaration to all that she's his.