Beijo roubado, indesejado
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2026

Este romance segue uma jovem mulher navegando pressões acadêmicas e solidão como sua mãe parte em uma viagem de negócios, deixando um tutor, Jungkook, para agir como caseiro. Inesperadamente, a presença de Jungkook rapidamente se torna inquietante. A narrativa traça a tensão crescente como ele repetidamente cruza fronteiras, iniciando contato físico indesejado e exigindo um nível de intimidade que ela não está disposta a dar. Estes capítulos revelam uma dinâmica perturbadora de coerção e violação, levantando questões sobre os desequilíbrios de poder doméstico 'centros..
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