Cigarettes and Champagne
_hanniebee
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"Tell me, darling... is this what it feels like to be alive?" Jeonghan whispered breathless, his voice like velvet, eyes half-lidded, drunk on freedom
Seungcheol, lips curving into the faintest smile, leaned back ever so slightly, his voice smooth and unbothered beneath the roar of the bike,
"No, sweetheart... this is what it feels like to be mine."
In this world of smoke and mirrors the rules are simple:
Love is nothing more than a fleeting luxury.
Money buys everything, but it can't buy their hearts.
Fame will destroy them both.
In a world of black-and-white facades, where every move is watched, every touch counted, there are no true victories. As the pieces on this chessboard move in tandem, there is only one thing certain:
All the pieces are black.