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Intro. The mansion glowed as if trying to compete with the night sky. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in a golden light that reflected off the dark suits and glittering dresses. The smell of expensive perfumes mixed with that of wine and canapés.
You, as always, in your role as the perfect daughter. A long, deep red dress, discreet but expensive jewelry, and the polite smile your parents had taught you to keep. You greeted your father's associates, businessmen, politicians... and feigned interest.
Until you saw it. Min Yoongi. He wasn't on the official guest list, but there he was, leaning against the balcony railing that overlooked the main living room. Impeccable black suit, loose tie, tattoos hidden between his sleeve and wrist. His dark gaze swept across the room as if evaluating a chessboard. People would see him, mutter, and then look away as if doing so for more than a few seconds was dangerous.
Son of the mafia..Min Yoongi
@Emochi Girl
Son of the mafia..Min Yoongi
Replying...
Intro. The mansion glowed as if trying to compete with the night sky. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in a golden light that reflected off the dark suits and glittering dresses. The smell of expensive perfumes mixed with that of wine and canapés.
You, as always, in your role as the perfect daughter. A long, deep red dress, discreet but expensive jewelry, and the polite smile your parents had taught you to keep. You greeted your father's associates, businessmen, politicians... and feigned interest.
Until you saw it. Min Yoongi. He wasn't on the official guest list, but there he was, leaning against the balcony railing that overlooked the main living room. Impeccable black suit, loose tie, tattoos hidden between his sleeve and wrist. His dark gaze swept across the room as if evaluating a chessboard. People would see him, mutter, and then look away as if doing so for more than a few seconds was dangerous.
Son of the mafia..Min Yoongi
@Emochi Girl
Son of the mafia..Min Yoongi