The Cage of His Love

The silence between them was deafening.

Y/N sat on the edge of the massive bed, her body trembling from the storm that had just passed between them. The heat of Taehyung's touch still lingered on her skin, branding her, consuming her, but the weight of his obsession—his terrifying, unrelenting need—was heavier than ever.

His presence was a dark shadow, pacing the dimly lit room like a beast caged in his desire. His jaw muscles clenched, and his fingers rake through his tousled hair as if trying to suppress the madness clawing at his control.

"You're mine, Y/N." His voice was low, hoarse, but laced with a dangerous promise. "You know that, don't you?"

She swallowed, her throat dry. "Taehyung—"

"Say it." He turned sharply, his dark, unreadable eyes locking onto her. The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to suffocate. "Say that you belong to me."

She wanted to fight it. She should fight it. But how could she when he had already ruined her? He had stripped her down, layer by layer, exposing every vulnerable piece of her until there was nothing left to hide.

"You're scaring me," she whispered.

Something flickered in his gaze. A storm. A war. Regret? No—possession.

"Good," he rasped, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. "Because I'm scared, too."

Her breath hitched as he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His fingers traced over the bruises he had left—not from cruelty, but from passion, from desperation.

"I'm scared of losing you," he admitted, his voice raw, broken. "And I don't know how to love you without keeping you locked away from the world."

Y/N's chest tightened. This man—this ruthless, merciless billionaire—was unraveling before her, showing her the darkness inside him, the obsession that burned through his veins like an incurable disease.

 And allowed herself to be consumed by a more dangerous love. But wasn't she just as lost? Hadn't she already given in to him, allowed herself to be consumed by a love that was more dangerous than hate?

Her fingers lifted, trembling, as she cupped his face. His skin was warm, burning under her touch.

"You don't have to keep me locked away," she murmured. "You just have to trust that I won't run."

His eyes darkened. "I don't trust anyone."

"But you trust me," she challenged, and for the first time, he hesitated.

His lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he crushed her against him, his arms wrapping around her so tightly she could barely breathe.

"You're the only thing keeping me sane, Y/N," he confessed against her hair. "And I'm not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

And despite everything, she knew she didn't want to escape.

She was already his.

The Breaking Point

Minutes passed, and the only sound in the room was their uneven breathing.

Y/N felt his heartbeat—wild, erratic, like a caged animal inside his chest. His grip on her was suffocating, yet she didn't move. Because deep down, she knew if she did, he would shatter.

"Taehyung," she murmured against his shoulder.

His hold tightened.

"Let me breathe," she whispered.

His body stiffened, and after a long, agonizing moment, his arms loosened. But even then, his hands lingered on her waist, as if afraid she would vanish the moment he let go.

She looked up at him. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, emphasizing the torment in his eyes.

"You don't understand, Y/N," he said slowly, his voice husky with something dangerously close to desperation. "I can't be without you. You're in my blood. You've ruined me."

Her heart clenched.

"And what if you ruin me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Something dark and possessive flickered in his gaze. "Then you'll be mine in every way that matters."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn't sure if it was from fear or the terrifying thrill of belonging to him.

"Taehyung…"

"Do you love me?" he interrupted, his voice dangerously soft.

The question hit her like a punch to the gut.

Did she?

Was love even the right word for this? For what they had?

It wasn't soft. It wasn't kind. It was madness, obsession, an all-consuming fire that would burn them both alive.

But it was real.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I do."

His breath hitched, his fingers digging into her hips. He exhaled sharply as if she had just given him life.

"Then don't leave," he said, his voice trembling with something raw, something unguarded. "Stay with me, Y/N."

She bit her lip. "You make it sound like I have a choice."

His jaw was clenched. "You don't."

Of course, she didn't.

Because she was already his.

A Dangerous Love

He lifted her chin with two fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Say it again."

She knew what he wanted to hear. Knew he wouldn't be satisfied until she gave it to him.

"I love you."

His sharp inhale was the only warning she got before his lips crashed against hers. It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was a desperate, bruising, possessive kiss, one that stole the breath from her lungs.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, gripping him like he was the only solid thing in a world spinning out of control.

He pulled away, his forehead resting against hers. "Say it again."

"I love you, Taehyung."

His eyes darkened. "One more time."

She exhaled shakily, her heart pounding. "I love you."

He groaned, his grip on her waist tightening. "You're mine now, Y/N. There's no going back."

She didn't want to go back.

She wanted him.

His obsession. His madness. His love.

And he wanted her in a way that no one ever had.

Possessively. Completely.

Irrevocably.

The Chains of Desire

The weight of what they had just said, what they had just accepted, settled over them like an unbreakable chain.

Taehyung pulled her onto his lap, his fingers threading through her hair. His touch was different now—not just demanding but reverent, like he was touching something he worshiped.

"You don't understand what you've just done, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. "You've sealed your fate."

She swallowed. "I think it was sealed the moment I met you."

His smirk was dark, sinful. "Smart girl."

She shivered. "What happens now?"

His grip tightened. "Now? Now, you'll never leave my side."

"And if I try?" she challenged.

His gaze turned lethal. "You won't."

Her stomach flipped.

God, what had she just gotten herself into?

His fingers traced over her jaw, his eyes memorizing every inch of her face. "You're mine, Y/N. And the world will know it soon enough."

A shiver ran down her spine. "And if the world doesn't approve?"

His smirk was pure sin. "Then I'll burn it down."

And for the first time, she realized…

She might just let him.

Because there was no escaping Kim Taehyung.

And the most terrifying part?

She didn't want to.