The room was engulfed in darkness, as if all the energy in the world had been drained away, leaving only a faint glimmer to support Jin's weakened stance. A sense of overwhelming weakness washed over him, threatening to consume him entirely.
Gradually, his tense and bulging muscles began to dissipate, giving way to loosened skin and a blissful expression. A comforting cloud settled over his mind, wrapping it in a tranquil haze, as if time itself had slowed down.
Simultaneously, an alluring perfume permeated the air, carrying a seductive and rosy scent that tantalized Jin's senses. Feather-like hands, soft and delicate, began to caress and grip his body from behind, their touch both gentle and electrifying.
Those mysterious hands glided smoothly over his skin, tracing a slow descent and slipping between the fabric of his jeans.
