His Darkness, My Surrender

The room was drowning in shadows, lit only by the dim flicker of a dying candle. The scent of whiskey, smoke, and something darker—something purely him—clung to the air.

He stood before her, unyielding and lethal, his presence as suffocating as it was intoxicating. Kim Taehyung didn't need chains to bind her. His darkness was enough.

She had fought him. Resisted. Denied the hunger coiling in her belly every time he touched her. But now, standing here, his eyes burning into her with the weight of possession, she knew the truth.

She had lost.

She had surrendered before she even realized she was at war.

"I told you," Taehyung murmured, stepping closer, his voice a dangerous promise. "You'd belong to me in the end."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, wild and erratic. She wanted to speak, to tell him he was wrong. But words abandoned her when his fingers traced the side of her throat, a featherlight touch that left destruction in its wake.

"You look at me like you hate me," he continued his tone a whisper of amusement, of something far more dangerous. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and she trembled. "But your body tells a different story."

She swallowed, her breath shaky. "I hate you."

A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips. "Liar."

And then he kissed her.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was possession, raw and unforgiving. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her against him, molding her body to his as if he had every right.

She gasped into his mouth, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss, swallowing her resistance, claiming her in ways that went beyond just flesh.

The air crackled with something dark and inescapable.

Her nails scraped against his chest, but it wasn't to push him away. No, she was gripping onto him, lost in the way he consumed her like a man who had waited long enough.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze was unreadable, but the heat in his eyes was undeniable.

"There's no running from this anymore," he murmured, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. "No more games, sweetheart. You are mine."

She should have fought back. Should have slapped him, screamed at him, and told him he was a monster.

But she didn't.

Because, deep down, she knew.

She had been his, from the moment he first touched her.

And there was no going back.

A shudder wracked her frame as the truth settled in her bones. She had tried to escape his grasp, tried to convince herself that she could resist him, but every moment, every breath she took in his presence proved otherwise. His darkness had seeped into her veins, wrapping around her heart like a vice.

Taehyung's fingers slid lower, trailing down her spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Say it," he commanded, his voice thick with the weight of possession.

She clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her submission.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her skin. "Stubborn," he mused, his fingers tilting her chin up so that their eyes met. "But I like a challenge."

Before she could react, he spun her around, pressing her back against the cold surface of the wall. The contrast between the icy marble and the searing heat of his body made her breath hitch. He caged her in with his presence, his scent, his very essence.

"You think you still have a choice?" he murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You gave that up the moment you let me in."

Her fingers trembled at her sides, and she hated how much his words rang true. She had let him in, let him consume her, and now there was no untangling herself from his grasp. His lips brushed over her pulse, his tongue flicking out to taste her, making her whimper despite herself.

"Still fighting me, sweetheart?" he whispered, his teeth grazing her throat. "Or are you finally ready to accept the inevitable?"

Her silence was answer enough. A smirk ghosted across his lips as his hands trailed lower, his touch igniting something inside her that she could no longer ignore.

He was her darkness, and she was his willing surrender.

A tremor rippled through her as his lips ghosted over her skin, a silent promise of the sins yet to come. Taehyung was not a man who simply took; he consumed. Devoured. Possessed.

She wanted to fight it—to fight him—but resistance had long since slipped through her fingers like sand. Her body betrayed her, molding against him, seeking the warmth he offered even as her mind screamed at her to run. But where could she go? There was no escaping him. No escaping this.

His fingers curled around her wrist, dragging it up to press it against the wall above her head. "You're shaking," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement. "Scared of what happens next? Or excited?"

She opened her mouth to deny it, to throw some biting remark at him, but the words died the moment his lips traced the shell of her ear, his breath a wicked caress. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart. We both know the truth."

He let go of her wrist only to slide his hands down her sides, his touch rough and possessive. It was maddening, how effortlessly he unraveled her, how every calculated movement stole a piece of her will.

Her heart slammed against her ribs as his mouth found her throat, his tongue flicking over her pulse, feeling the erratic rhythm of her surrender. "Say it," he urged, his voice thick with dominance. "Say you belong to me."

She swallowed hard, every fiber of her being at war with the inevitable.

Silence stretched between them, taut and electric.

Then, as if sensing her hesitation, his grip tightened. A warning. A promise. "Say it."

A ragged breath left her lips. She could feel the darkness closing in, feel herself unraveling at his touch. And when she finally spoke, it wasn't a whisper of defeat.

It was a confession.

"I'm yours."