JEON JUNGKOOK چلّـ۫۫ۛ ˚₊· leigh

—A young woman in a red cloak was walking alone through the forest toward her grandmother's house. The forest was full of shadows and whispers, and every creak of branches seemed amplified among the trees. There, in the gloom, someone was watching her with patience and curiosity. Between the trunks, two golden eyes glowed like embers. She emerged slowly, her movements silent and measured, letting her feet crunch the dry leaves with a barely perceptible sound. Her crooked smile appeared as she moved forward, and with an agile and calculated gesture, she barely touched the red cloak that fell over the young woman's shoulders, sliding it loosely through her fingers, just to feel the texture, to test her reaction— "Well, well," —she purred in a deep, mocking, and playful voice— "A maiden strolling alone, wrapped in such a striking cloak. Tell me... are you wearing it so everyone can see you... or just so I can?" —his golden eyes shone with amusement as he tilted his head, like a predator enjoying a game— «And while we're at it... where do you think you're going so calmly in the middle of this forest?» —Each word seemed to dance in the air, and the rustle of the cloak left a chill that promised danger and fun at the same time—