Cursed Crowns || Vsoo

Cursed Crowns || Vsoo

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"You are aware that this is transpiring against my volition, and I am utterly impotent to alter the situation. Yet, here you are, indulging in alcohol as though it were your final moments!" His voice escalated into a clamor, expressing his discontent. "My liege, there is naught remaining for us to do. Survival seems unlikely," his voice hollow and laced with a sense of betrayal. "There must be a way!" The King's voice reverberated through the room. "There is indeed a method, but I fear you will not accept it," his muscles tensed. "I am willing to sacrifice anything for the sake of my people! Tell me," the King roared. "Even your ties with Ardeur?" "Yes, even that!" "Then cast a curse upon their crown and transform them into the Cursed Crowns!"
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CHOKEHOLD

Taehyung's grip tightened, just enough to make Jungkook's breath hitch, his pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips like a trapped thing. The room was suffocating, electric with the kind of tension that could only be built on years of hatred tangled with something neither of them wanted to name. "Do you want this, Jungkook?" Taehyung's voice was a low purr, dangerous and smug, as if he already knew the answer. Jungkook's eyes, no longer doe-eyed innocence, but dark, molten, needy - stared up at him, unflinching. "Yes," Jungkook moaned, hips arching up instinctively, chasing the ghost of Taehyung's touch. His voice cracked around the single word, but there was no shame in it. Only hunger. Taehyung's smirk turned downright predatory. He leaned in, letting his lips brush against Jungkook's ear, feeling the younger shiver beneath him. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell before he latched onto that spot he knew would make Jungkook crumble. Jungkook gasped, body straining up against Taehyung's hold, and Taehyung chuckled darkly. "Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a sinful promise against Jungkook's skin. For a moment, silence hung thick in the air. Then, Jungkook's voice, breathy and wrecked *

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