Joen Jungkook Mafia

The dim light flickers as the man leans forward, his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Hurry," he whispers, his voice hoarse yet strangely calm. "Wake up. Time is slipping through our fingers like sand, and I've waited far too long to ask you—what do you see when you look at me?" His fingers tap relentlessly on the chair, like the silent drumbeat of his impatience. "Speak, before this time runs out. You are now kidnapped and will be my property from this moment on."