Crimson Claws (Jungkook ff)

Crimson Claws (Jungkook ff)

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The crimson claws of regret The crimson claws of death The crimson claws of rage Succumbing to a blind revenge, kitty cat claws at the hearts, throats and minds of the first species that co-existed with hers. Hell clutched her mind and morals, whilst traumatic records sprint through her psyche. But her careless actions get her stamped. As her kindness is coming to close extinction, she is forced to meet a new player. Affairs lost to history, she pleads and prays and an angel appears although not everything is crimson..... "Sometimes scars can hurt so much, words can't"
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Not the story with a glass shoe and a prince charming. This one has guns, bruised knuckles, and a mafia prince who doesn't believe in happy endings. Jungkook isn't waiting for rescue - he's just trying to survive. Trapped in a house full of monsters and silence, he's learned that kindness can be fatal and love isn't always gentle. Then there's Kim Taehyung - golden boy of the university, heir to the kind of empire Jungkook wants nothing to do with. Cold, confident, untouchable. The type who gets everything he wants. Except him. "Skipping class again?" Taehyung's voice was smooth, low - the kind that slipped under the skin instead of just being heard. "Didn't feel like it." Footsteps. Slow. Closer. "You never feel like it." Jungkook's reflection met Taehyung's in the glass - two silhouettes, one calm, one trembling with something he couldn't name. "What do you want, Taehyung?" Taehyung stopped just behind him. "You." The word hung there - not romantic, not tender. It was a challenge, a confession, a dare. Taehyung smiled first, slow and dangerous. "You really don't know what you do to people, do you?"

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