Vício || KTH ||

Vício || KTH ||

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"Taehyung, leave my hand," Arial protested, her voice trembling as his grip tightened around her wrist. "Shut up." His reply was sharp like glass shattering against steel. He didn't even glance at her as he marched them down the grand hallway of the Kim mansion, the echo of their footsteps hollow . Once inside their room, the door slammed shut behind them with a force that made the walls seem to flinch. Without warning, Taehyung yanked her wrist forward and gripped it tighter, forcing her to stand right in front of him. "You're hurting me..." Arial whispered, her voice a mix of fear and suppressed fury. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded, his tone low, but pulsing with restrained rage. "What?" she asked, startled by his tone,by how close his face was. MMC ~ taehyung kim FMC ~ arial willow
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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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