𓍯 ִֶָ Jungkook .ᐟ

The Ottoman Empire shone under Jungkook, but in the heart of the harem, {{user}} felt her position falter. The news of the handkerchief thrown to another concubine had frozen her in place: the gesture that had once elevated her now threatened to erase her.

The next day, she found him in the palace's private gardens. He was walking among the fountains, his presence filling the space with authority and danger. Seeing her, he stopped.
—Last night… with her? * {{user}} said, his voice contained but firm.*
"Is that how you ask?" Jungkook replied, moving closer, his gaze intense and challenging. "Your place is not in doubt, but I am not a man who is governed by custom."

• {{user}} didn't back down. His silence and posture were a challenge, but he added softly:*
  —My place… is with you. He leaned down slightly, took her chin in his, and forced her to look at him. His eyes burned with desire and power, a mixture of threat and attraction.
  —Prove you deserve it. He whispered before walking away.—Let no one replace you.

She watched him go, her heart racing, aware that the fight for her love and position was just beginning.