Owned by Obsession

Y/N's pulse pounded in her ears, a frantic rhythm against the silence between them. The suite was dimly lit, city lights flickering through the glass wall behind Taehyung, casting cruel shadows over his sharp features. He stood there, untamed, dangerous, a storm in human form—one she had dared to provoke.

Her back pressed against the cold wall, her breath in shallow gasps. Taehyung took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his eyes never leaving hers. His suit jacket hung open, his silk shirt slightly unbuttoned from the earlier argument, exposing a hint of the taut muscles beneath. But his face… that was where her real danger lay. The way his dark eyes gleamed with the promise of punishment, the way his lips curved into something almost amused—but not quite.

"Then I'll have to remind you why you don't run from me," he had said, voice edged with warning.

She swallowed hard.

Because she knew exactly how he would remind her.

And worse?

She wasn't sure she would be able to resist.

Taehyung reached for her, one large hand bracing against the wall beside her head, the other gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. His thumb traced her lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"You still don't understand, do you?" His voice was soft, dangerous, and it sent a shiver down her spine. "I don't chase, Y/N. I take."

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, her body betraying her as heat coiled low in her stomach. "You think you can just keep me like this?" she whispered, feigning defiance even as her resolve cracked.

A slow, sinful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "No, sweetheart. I know I can."

His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent demand for obedience. The scent of his expensive cologne—dark, musky, with a hint of spice—wrapped around her like invisible chains.

"I should make you beg for forgiveness," he mused, tilting his head. "Make you realize what it means to belong to me."

Her breath hitched. "I don't—"

"Shh." He pressed his finger against her lips. "Don't lie to me, princess. We both know you do."

Her body betrayed her, the shiver that ran through her confirming what they both knew—she was his, whether she admitted it or not.

His other hand trailed lower, grazing the bare skin of her collarbone where her dress had slipped down slightly in their earlier struggle. His touch was deceptively gentle, but the possessiveness in his eyes told another story.

"You think you can walk away from me?" he murmured, lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and teasing. "After everything?"

She should have fought. Should have pushed him away. Should have done something.

But she didn't.

Because despite everything—despite the fear, the anger, the overwhelming danger that was Kim Taehyung—she wanted him.

More than anything.

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

His lips claimed hers before she could even process the words, his kiss punishing, possessive, and utterly consuming. There was no hesitation, no gentleness—only raw hunger, a need so fierce it made her knees weak.

Her hands flew to his chest, but not to push him away. She fisted his shirt, clinging to him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing, demanding her surrender. And she gave it to me.

Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Not the danger. Not the consequences.

Only him.

Only this.

And that was the most dangerous part of all.

A Reminder of Possession

Taehyung didn't just kiss—he claimed. His mouth moved over hers with a punishing intensity, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her against him. Every nerve in her body ignited under his touch, her mind clouded with nothing but him.

She gasped as his fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss until there was no air left between them. His body was a furnace against hers, and even through the layers of clothing, she felt the tension in his muscles—the restrained power, the storm raging beneath his skin.

Her hands trembled as they pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat. She wasn't the only one drowning in this madness.

"You think I don't see it?" he murmured against her lips, his voice husky, laced with something dark. "The way you look at me. The way your body reacts to me."

She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let him see just how much his words affected her.

But Taehyung was relentless.

"I don't need you to say it, princess," he continued, his fingers sliding down the column of her throat, stopping at her pulse point. His thumb pressed against the frantic rhythm. "Your body speaks for you."

Y/N jerked her head to the side, trying to escape the intoxicating heat of his words. "You're delusional if you think—"

A sharp gasp left her lips as he spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, locking her in place.

"Tell me, Y/N," he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "If you truly wanted to leave, why haven't you tried to run again?"

Her breath stuttered.

She had no answer.

Because he was right.

Every time she had a chance to escape, she hesitated. Every time he gave her an opening, she stayed.

He leaned in, his lips grazing her skin. "You don't run because you don't want to."

Her heart pounded, the truth wrapping around her like chains.

She should run. She should fight.

But she wouldn't.

Because deep down, she knew there was no escaping Kim Taehyung.

And maybe… she didn't want to.

A Dangerous Game

Taehyung turned her around slowly, his fingers tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice calm—too calm.

She swallowed hard. "Say what?"

"That you're mine."

Her breath hitched.

"I—"

The way he looked at her made her knees weak—like he was waiting for the inevitable, like he already knew she would break.

Because she was breaking.

"Say it, princess," he coaxed, his voice a dangerous melody. "Or do you need me to remind you again?"

Her body ached with the memory of his touch, the way he unraveled her so effortlessly.

She was fighting a battle she had already lost.

And they both knew it.

A slow smirk spread across his lips. "I'll be patient," he murmured, brushing a kiss against her jawline, his fingers tracing down her spine. "For now."

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled away, his absence leaving behind an unbearable heat.

He stepped back, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "But don't forget, sweetheart."

His fingers traced her wrist before he let go completely.

"You belong to me."

She didn't answer.

Because for the first time, she wasn't sure she wanted to deny it.