Shackled in Sin

The silk sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressed behind her. A firm arm wrapped possessively around her waist, locking her in place as if he feared she would vanish if he let go.

Y/N swallowed hard, her body stiff beneath his hold. The events of the past hours played on a loop in her mind. Taehyung had shattered every last illusion of control she thought she had. He had stripped her bare—mind, body, and soul—until there was nothing left but his name on her lips.

And now, she was here. Caged in the lion's den.

The room was dim, bathed in the soft golden glow of the city skyline filtering through the massive glass windows. Everything about this place—his penthouse, his presence, his relentless obsession—felt overwhelming. Suffocating.

But even worse was the way she felt herself melting into it.

"You're still tense," Taehyung murmured against the shell of her ear, his deep, sleep-roughened voice sending a shiver down her spine.

"Should I be relaxed?" she countered, her voice laced with defiance, though exhaustion was beginning to creep into her bones.

Taehyung chuckled, low and knowing. "I gave you a choice, angel."

Her jaw was clenched. "You call that a choice?"

His grip tightened slightly, a silent warning. "You could have run. You didn't."

She hated the way her body responded to him, the way his mere presence made her pulse race. He was dangerous, a predator who played by his own rules. A billionaire whose wealth was only overshadowed by his ruthlessness. A man who could destroy her with a single command.

And yet… he worshiped her as though she were the only thing in his world.

Y/N turned her head slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. Even in the dim light of the room, his eyes burned into hers—dark, unreadable, yet filled with something terrifyingly raw.

"You're mine," he said simply, like it was an undeniable fact. "You knew it from the moment I touched you."

Her heart slammed against her ribs. "You can't just—"

His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face toward him. "Can't what?"

"Own me," she whispered.

A dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I already do."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "Taehyung, this—this isn't normal."

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Angel, do I look like a man who gives a damn about normal?"

No. He didn't.

Normal men didn't drag women into their world of blood and power. They didn't claim them in ways that defied morality, reason, or common sense.

But Taehyung was never meant to be normal.

His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, and her breath hitched. "You can lie to yourself all you want," he murmured. "Tell yourself this is wrong. That I'm a monster. That you hate me."

She swallowed hard. "I do hate you."

His smirk deepened. "Then why are you still in my bed?"

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, torn between fury and something far more dangerous.

"I should go," she said, voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung's expression darkened instantly. "You won't."

Her stomach clenched at the finality in his voice. "You can't keep me here forever."

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. "I can. And I will."

Her pulse spiked. "You're insane."

"Only when it comes to you."

The weight of his obsession pressed down on her like a second skin, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

"You don't get it, do you, angel?" His hand slid down her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her feel the dominance in his touch. "You were never meant to leave."

Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted over her ear.

"You belong to me, Y/N," he murmured, the raw possessiveness in his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "And I will never let you go."

Elsewhere…

The city never slept, and neither did those who thrived in the shadows.

In a dimly lit underground lounge, a man leaned back in his chair, fingers idly tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. His dark eyes flickered to the figure standing before him—a man dressed in all black, expression unreadable.

"Tell me," the seated man mused, voice smooth as silk but carrying the weight of something far deadlier. "Did you find her?"

The standing man hesitated for a brief second. "She's with him."

A slow smile spread across the seated man's lips. "With Taehyung?"

"Yes, sir."

Silence stretched between them before the seated man hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting."

The standing man shifted uneasily. "Do you want us to intervene?"

A chuckle rumbled through the room. "No, no. Let them play their little game."

He took a sip of his drink, eyes glinting with something sharp and calculating.

"For now."

Back in Taehyung's Penthouse…

Y/N didn't know how long she lay there, wrapped in the suffocating heat of Taehyung's possessiveness.

His breathing was steady, his grip firm but not crushing. He had fallen asleep, though she knew better than to believe he was truly at rest. Taehyung was always aware, always in control.

She could try to leave.

Carefully, she shifted, testing the weight of his arm.

A deep hum vibrated through his chest. "Don't."

Her body tensed. "I just—"

Taehyung's fingers curled around her wrist, stopping her instantly. His eyes remained closed, but there was no mistaking the warning in his grip.

"You run, and I will find you," he murmured, voice laced with something dark. "And when I do, I'll remind you exactly who you belong to."

A chill ran down her spine.

She hated him.

She feared him.

But worst of all…

She knew he was right.

Because no matter how much she fought, no matter how much she wanted to deny it…

She already belonged to him.

And there was no escape.

Morning…

When Y/N woke up, the space beside her was empty, but the lingering warmth on the sheets told her he hadn't been gone long.

She forced herself to sit up, her heart hammering.

This was her chance.

Slipping out of bed, she moved toward the door, her pulse racing. Every step felt like a gamble, like she was dancing on the edge of a blade.

But just as her fingers brushed the handle, a voice cut through the air.

"Where do you think you're going, angel?"

Her breath hitched.

She turned slowly, her stomach knotting as she met Taehyung's dark gaze. He stood near the window, one hand in the pocket of his tailored black slacks, the other swirling the dark liquid in his whiskey glass.

His expression was unreadable, but the storm brewing in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Going somewhere?" he asked again, voice deceptively soft.

Y/N swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of defiance she had left. "I was just—"

"Trying to run?" He took a slow step forward. "After everything we've been through, angel?"

Her fingers curled into fists. "You don't own me, Taehyung."

His smirk was dark. Dangerous.

"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart."

Before she could react, he closed the distance between them, trapping her between the door and his towering frame. His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You belong to me," he murmured, his lips grazing hers in a whisper of a touch. "And I'm not letting you go."

Her heart pounded violently in her chest.

Because deep down, she already knew—

No matter how much she fought…

She would never escape him.