မာန~

မာန~

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Kim Tae Hyung - ကိုယ်တို့မာနတွေသာ မရှိခဲ့ရင်... Jeon Jung Kook - ငါမင်းကိုမရွေးချယ်ခဲ့သင့်ဘူး Kim Tae~ .... Kim Tae Hyung - ကိုယ္တို႔မာနေတြသာ မရွိခဲ့ရင္... Jeon Jung Kook - ငါမင္းကိုမေ႐ြးခ်ယ္ခဲ့သင့္ဘူး Kim
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In the mighty Ravena Empire, built upon bloodlines and war cries, two names ruled the whispers of courts and camps alike. Jeon Jungkook, the Crown Prince. The youngest son of Emperor Jeon Jaehyun and Empress Jeon Li Hyuna. A vision born of grace and fire. With shoulder length brown locks cascading like silk, eyes as soft as a doe's but sharper than any blade, and cheeks flushed like rose petals kissed by snow, he was a divine sight. They called him the Goddess Reborn for his ethereal beauty and the celestial calm that surrounded him. But make no mistake. Jungkook was not delicate. Behind that porcelain face was a mind sharpened by politics, music, dance and war. He knew how to smile at nobles and slit a traitor's throat without dirtying his own hands. A dominant soul hidden in heavenly form. And then there was Kim Taehyung The Royal Commander. The King of War. A man born of iron and raised by war itself. Unflinching. Commanding. Cold. A soldier's god, a noble's fear. He never bowed unless it was to the crown or to him. Never smiled unless required, never showed softness-even when his heart ached for a prince far out of reach. He obeyed no man. Except the one who looked like a fallen star and ordered like a god. A prince who commands without raising his voice. A warrior who submits only when love demands. In a kingdom where bloodlines bind and desire is a dangerous game, can a love between steel and silk? •••••••••••••••••••••

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