Luvenesloricati
The sea was not calm tonight.
And she sang.
Jeon Jungkook lit a cigarette with bloodstained fingers. The cherry burned bright against the night. He leaned against his matte black car parked just above the cliffside, staring down at the frothing ocean. He wasn't a man who wasted time-not on women, not on fantasy. But ever since he heard that voice drifting from the shore last week, something inside him had fractured.
They didn't know. They couldn't. That voice... that creature... she wasn't a woman.
She was his.
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Park Jimin ,the King of the Sea looked more legend than man. Tattoos ran down his spine like runes. Scars decorated his arms like medals. But it was his eyes-piercing, ancient-that truly betrayed his power.
The moment he heard her melody, he dove off his ship and searched the waters for three days. When he surfaced, his lungs were fire and his chest was empty. Her absence burned more than any harpoon ever could.
She was beauty and destruction.
And she would be his.
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They were men who took what they wanted.
But she was not theirs to take.
Not yet
She smiled. Let them come. Let them burn for her. Because in the end, it wasn't about who wanted her the most.
It was about who she would choose to destroy first.
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