Bound by Obsession

The scent of whiskey and expensive cologne lingered in the air as I pressed myself against the cold glass of Taehyung's penthouse window. The city sprawled beneath us, its neon lights flickering like fireflies against the darkness. But inside this gilded cage, there was no escape. Only him.

Taehyung leaned against his desk, the top buttons of his black silk shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of his sculpted chest. His dark eyes never left me, smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You should know by now," he murmured, voice low and deadly, "running from me is pointless."

I swallowed, my throat dry. The memory of what had happened earlier still burned in my mind—the way he had found me, dragged me back here after I had tried to slip away. His grip on my wrist had been firm but not bruising, his touch possessive in a way that should have scared me.

It did scare me.

But it also made my pulse race in ways I didn't want to admit.

"You can't keep me here," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Taehyung smirked, a slow, wicked thing. "Can't I?" He pushed off the desk and stalked toward me, each step controlled, deliberate. "You're mine, angel. You belong to me."

The air between us crackled with tension as he reached out, his fingers trailing along my jaw before tilting my chin up. His touch was deceptively gentle, but I knew the power he held.

"I own this city," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Do you think there's anywhere you can hide where I won't find you?"

My breath hitched. He was right. Taehyung wasn't just a billionaire. He was something far more dangerous—an untouchable ruler in a world of power, blood, and control.

His lips curled in satisfaction as he read the surrender in my eyes. "Good girl."

A part of me wanted to fight him, to deny this pull between us. But when he leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine, the fight drained out of me.

"Tell me to stop," he dared, his breath warm against my skin.

I should have.

I should have shoved him away, reminded him that I wasn't his to claim. But instead, I stood there, my body betraying me as heat coiled low in my stomach.

Taehyung's smirk deepened. "That's what I thought."

Before I could respond, he closed the distance, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. It wasn't soft or sweet—it was raw, demanding, an assertion of his dominance. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I gasped, giving him the perfect opening to deepen the kiss.

He tasted like sin, like power and danger wrapped in the form of a man who had the world at his feet—and now, me in his arms.

When he finally pulled away, I was breathless, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"You can keep fighting, angel," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "But it won't change anything. You're already mine."

I shook my head, my hands pressed against his chest, but he only chuckled.

"You don't believe me?" His fingers slid into my hair, tilting my head back. "Then let me show you just how deep this obsession goes."

The bedroom was bathed in soft golden light from the chandelier above, casting shadows along the lavish silk sheets. The air was thick with tension, with something unspoken lingering between us.

Taehyung traced a slow, deliberate line down my arm, his gaze burning into me. "You think you have a choice, angel?" His voice was a whisper, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his fingers trailed lower, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"You ran from me once," he continued, his eyes dark and unreadable. "I let it slide. But if you ever try to leave me again, there won't be a next time."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't ignore the truth in them. Taehyung was a man who got what he wanted by any means necessary. And right now, what he wanted was me.

I should have felt trapped. I should have been afraid.

But as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my jaw, all I felt was the overwhelming pull of him.

"You're dangerous," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His smirk was dark, predatory. "And yet, you can't stay away."

I hated how right he was.

His hands slid down my waist, possessive and firm, like he was branding me as his own. "Tell me you don't want this," he murmured, his lips ghosting over my collarbone.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Because I couldn't.

He chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "That's what I thought."

His grip tightened, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. "You're mine, angel," he murmured, his voice laced with something dark and unyielding. "And I don't share what's mine."

I had no doubt he meant every word.

I woke up to the soft hum of the city outside, tangled in silk sheets that smelled like him. The space beside me was empty, but the lingering heat told me he had been there not long ago.

A shiver ran down my spine as I recalled the night before. His hands, his lips, the way he had left no part of me untouched, unclaimed.

Possessed.

I had never been someone's obsession before. But with Taehyung, it wasn't just an obsession.

It was a promise. A warning.

And there was no turning back.

I sat up, pulling the sheets tighter around me as the realization sank in. Whatever this was between us—it wasn't something I could escape. Not anymore.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Taehyung stepped inside, dressed in a crisp black suit, his presence as commanding as ever. His gaze swept over me, and a smirk curved his lips.

"You're awake," he mused, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps.

I swallowed, my pulse quickening. "You left."

"Had some business to take care of," he said smoothly, his fingers brushing over my cheek before tilting my chin up. "But don't worry, angel. I'm never far."

There was something in his eyes—something possessive, unwavering.

"You still think you can fight this?" he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

But as he leaned in, capturing my mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss, I knew the truth.

I was already his.

And there was no escaping Taehyung.

Ever.