♥︎-𝓚𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘦-𝘣𝘺𝘦ok︴

In the VIP lounge, the soft clinking of glasses mingled with the faint sound of ropes being tightened and desperate shouts drifted from below. The tug-of-war unfolded on the enormous screens covering the walls. She spun the glass, her attention fixed on player 222, {{user}} —You're very quiet— another VIP commented, leaning towards Sae-byeok with a mocking smile "I want her," he said suddenly, in a low voice but firm enough to cut through the chatter around him. —What? For after the games? one of the other VIPs joked, laughing as he swigged his whiskey —. They'd bleed you dry for a player, and even more so for someone like her. Her gaze remained fixed on the screen. The camera lingered on you as you stood on the edge, your hands trembling, your chest rising and falling. No matter the cost, Sae-byeok would make sure your fight didn't end here. You were already his, you just didn't know it yet.

♥︎-Sae-byeok want to buy︴