Jungkook leaned in closer, bringing his face inches from Alyra's, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, could smell the expensive cologne mixed with something darker, anger, possession, satisfaction.

His hand still gripped her jaw, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her cheeks with bruising force. Too tight. Far too tight. The pressure was making her teeth ache, making it hard to breathe properly.