"Stop," Jungkook's deep voice cut through the air like a blade. The woman froze mid-step, her back stiffening. Slowly, she turned around to face him.
"Take off your mask," he commanded, his dark eyes gleaming with suspicion and amusement.
The dancer said nothing, her lips trembling slightly under the veil of her silence. She shook her head slowly, her defiance as quiet as it was bold.
Jungkook's smirk deepened, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. "You have two choices," he murmured, his tone low and predatory.
"Remove the mask-or give me a show."
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as she remained motionless. He tilted his head, his patience thinning. "Music," he said.
The glass of whiskey rested loosely in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the crystal as he swirled it absentmindedly.
A deep, hypnotic beat filled the room.
The notes wrapping around her like an unwelcome embrace.
She hesitated, but the intensity of his gaze left her with no escape. Slowly, she began to move, her hips swaying to the rhythm, her body reluctantly surrendering to the music's pull.
Jungkook leaned back on the sofa, his dark eyes following her every movement.
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(Her outfit)
She moved like a sin personified, her body adorned in a glittering outfit that left little to the imagination.
The golden embellishments on her top shimmered with every subtle sway, and the sheer fabric of her skirt clung to her legs as she moved with feline grace.
Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both familiar and yet utterly transformed by the confidence that radiated from her.
His chest tightened as she began to dance, the movements fluid, precise, and unbearably alluring.
Meanwhile,Her heart pounded in her chest whenever her gaze accidentally met his, and his smirk only grew darker, more consuming.
She just wanted to end this performance as soon as possible and leave the room.
Her hips rolled with the rhythm, her arms weaving patterns in the air as if casting a spell over the room.
She was a vision of temptation.
Her movements became more daring, her body bending and swaying in ways that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
Every roll of her hips, every flick of her wrist was a challenge, daring him to lose control.
Jungkook swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he tried to focus on anything else-on the music, the drink in his hand-but it was impossible. She was all he could see.
