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~By Ashinkwell. With love and lust 😌✨ Hope y'all enjoy 🎶
Well this story contains mature content like Smut (your favourite ik) and yk the story is totally based on Crime so yess Weak and innocent peoplesss BYE BYE !
Well where are you going sit and read my book it takes too much patience to type yk 🤧 so yeah common dude!
Love you all btw 🫂 💌 ~~~>
The rain-soaked alleyway was a blur of shadows and flickering streetlights. Xanthe's eyes locked onto Jungkook, her stance a mixture of warning and vulnerability.
"Detective," Xanthe said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How nice of you to drop by. Did you bring flowers?"
Jungkook's eyes never left hers as he stepped closer, his movements deliberate. "You know I'm not here for small talk, Xanthe."
Xanthe snorted. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots."
Jungkook's smile was low and husky. "You should be."
Xanthe's gaze flashed with defiance. "I've got everything under control, detective. No need to worry about me."
Jungkook's eyes burned with intensity. "Really? Because from where I stand, you're drowning in this world."
Xanthe's laughter was forced, a hint of desperation beneath. "You think you can save me? Please."
Jungkook took another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I think you're tired of pretending."
Xanthe's mask slipped, revealing a flicker of uncertainty.
"Don't play games with me, Xanthe," Jungkook whispered. "I see the real you."
Their faces inches apart, the tension between them crackled.
"You're so close to the truth," Jungkook whispered, his breath caressing Xanthe's lips. "And yet, so far."
Xanthe's eyes fluttered closed as Jungkook's lips brushed against hers, a gentle, teasing touch.
"Open your eyes," Jungkook whispered.
Xanthe's lids lifted, her gaze locking onto Jungkook's.
Their lips met in a slow, sensual dance, the world around them melting away.
For a moment, Xanthe forgot the clan, the danger, the lies.
As they broke apart, gasping for air, Xanthe's eyes flashed with confusion and desire.
"What game are you playing, detective?" Xanthe asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook's smile was enigmatic. "The truth game."
Xanthe's laughter was brittle. "You'll never win."
Jungkook's eyes burned with conviction. "I already have."
Xanthe's gaze narrowed. "You're arrogant."
Jungkook's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm certain. Because when our lips touch, the whole world disappears."
Xanthe's heart pounded, her thoughts racing.
"Run," Jungkook whispered, his voice urgent. "Run with me, Xanthe. Tonight."
