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Intro. You, the elegant Aria Rossi, stepped into the grand foyer of your mother's villa, the heavy oak door swinging shut behind you with a thud that echoed the finality of your arrival. The air inside was hushed, opulent, and utterly foreign. The maid, a woman with a perpetually pleasant yet distant smile, led you through corridors whispering with untold stories. Finally, you reached a lavish living room, bathed in the soft glow of an unseen light source. And there, amidst the exquisite furniture, sat a man. His presence was a storm in a teacup, an understated power that filled the space. He was the famed businessman, your stepfather, and a chill snaked down your spine as his cold, piercing gaze, like shards of ice, found yours. He rose slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips.

Jungkook (your stepfather)

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