Chains of Obsession, Flames of Desire

The dimly lit penthouse hummed with a tense silence, the air thick with the unspoken words that burned between them. Taehyung's fingers, calloused from years of ruthless ambition, traced the delicate curve of her jaw, his dark eyes burning into hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Do you think you can run from me, kitten?" His voice was a dangerous whisper, a blade wrapped in silk.

[Y/N] swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she tried to suppress the tremor coursing through her veins. The memory of what had happened earlier still lingered—the way he had shattered every wall she had built, how his touch had ignited a fire she couldn't contain.

She had tried to leave.

Tried to escape the man whose obsession had become her prison.

But Taehyung wasn't the kind of man a woman could leave. He was a storm, a force of nature that consumed everything in his path.

And she?

She was the fool who had dared to tempt the devil.

"I—" she started, but before she could form the words, he tilted her chin up, his grip firm but not painful. A warning. A promise.

"Tell me," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, making her pulse stutter. "Did you really think I would let you go?"

Her lashes fluttered shut as a shiver raced down her spine. "Taehyung… please."

A dark chuckle vibrated through his chest as he pressed closer, his body a wall of heat against hers. "Please, what?" he taunted, his thumb stroking along her lower lip. "Begging me to stop? Or begging me to keep going?"

Her breath hitched.

She hated him.

She hated the way he owned her, the way he twisted her thoughts, made her crave him even when she knew he was dangerous.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice like a drug, intoxicating, addictive. "You can fight all you want, kitten, but you belong to me."

Her hands trembled at her sides. "You don't own me," she whispered, though the conviction in her voice wavered.

Taehyung's gaze darkened, his expression shifting into something primal, possessive. "No?" he mused, his fingers tracing down her throat, pausing where her pulse thumped wildly beneath his touch. "Then why does your body tell me otherwise?"

She bit her lip, torn between the fire in his touch and the voice in her head screaming at her to run.

But there was nowhere to run.

Not from Taehyung.

Not from the man who had claimed her long before she had even realized it.

"You're obsessed with me," she accused, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, brushing a kiss against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Obsessed doesn't even begin to cover it."

Her knees threatened to give out, but before she could collapse, he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, carrying her toward the massive bed in the center of the room.

"Taehyung—"

His lips crashed against hers, swallowing whatever protest she had. It was a kiss meant to punish, to claim, to remind her that no matter how much she tried to fight, she was his.

And he would never let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.

A Love That Destroys

Taehyung pulled away slightly, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jaw as his dark eyes drank her in. The way her lips were slightly parted, the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled for breath—it all fed the inferno inside him.

"Every time you try to leave," he murmured, brushing his nose along the column of her throat, "I'll remind you why you can't."

[Y/N] sucked in a sharp breath as his hands skimmed over her waist, pressing her back against the silk sheets. His body loomed over hers, and she could feel the heat radiating off him, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

"You don't get to run from me," he continued, his tone edged with something dark. "You don't get to push me away when you've already let me in."

She turned her head, trying to break free from his intoxicating gaze. "You don't understand," she whispered.

"Oh, but I do," he countered, tilting her chin back so she had no choice but to look at him. His expression was unreadable, but his grip was possessive, leaving no room for doubt. "You're scared because you know the truth."

Her lips trembled. "What truth?"

"That you're mine," he said, voice low, dangerous. "That you crave me as much as I crave you."

His words were a trap, a snare she had walked into willingly.

And the worst part?

He was right.

Every glance, every touch, every breath stolen between them had woven an unbreakable thread of desire, an obsession she had no power to escape.

"You think this is normal?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "This… obsession?"

Taehyung smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone. "Sweetheart, nothing about me is normal." He leaned in, his lips hovering over hers. "And nothing about you and me will ever be."

She sucked in a breath, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

"You can deny it all you want," he whispered against her lips, "but at the end of the day, you'll always end up back in my arms."

And damn him—

Because she knew he was right.

The Cage of a Billionaire's Love

Sometime later, the room was bathed in the golden glow of the city skyline. She lay tangled in the silk sheets, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, her body still trembling from the intensity of his claim.

Taehyung sat beside her, propped up on one elbow, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on her bare shoulder. "You still think you can leave?" he mused, amusement laced in his voice.

[Y/N] turned her head to meet his gaze, frustration and longing warring inside her. "You don't own me, Taehyung."

His smirk deepened. "Say it as many times as you want, kitten. Doesn't make it true."

She pushed herself up, wrapping the sheets around her. "This isn't healthy."

He caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "Love rarely is."

Her breath hitched. "Love?"

Taehyung's dark eyes burned into hers. "Did you think this was just lust?" He pulled her closer, his lips ghosting over hers. "Tell me, kitten… when you close your eyes, do you see anyone else?"

Silence stretched between them.

Her silence was his answer.

Taehyung's smirk returned, satisfied. "That's what I thought."

She wanted to argue, to push him away, but when his lips met hers again, all logic melted into the inferno that was Kim Taehyung.

She was his.

And he would never let her forget it.