||LISA||

As I stepped out of the room, a wave of shyness and embarrassment washed over me, rendering me speechless.

I never imagined I'd find myself in such a situation, let alone engaging in intimate acts with Taehyung in his office.

There's something about him that captivates me like no other man ever has. Is it his striking looks, his charm, his wealth, or his power? I can't seem to comprehend my irrational reaction to him.

I let out a deep sigh of relief as I pressed my back against one of the cold steel pillars of the building. Trying to regain my composure, I struggle to calm my racing thoughts.

Each breath feels heavy with the weight of uncertainty and desire. Taehyung Kim has stirred something within me that I can't quite explain.

As my heart gradually returned to its regular rhythm, I regained control over my breath. Determined to shake off my shyness, I approached Mr. Machan's office with a newfound resolve.

Greeting him with confidence "Good morning, how are you?" I braced myself for his response.

"Good morning, Lisa. I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" Mr. Machan's warm tone eased my nerves as I replied, "I'm fine, sir. Would you please provide me with the file for the upcoming meeting? I'm eager to start working on it and have prepared the necessary data."

He nodded in acknowledgment, his expression serious yet accommodating. "The file is in my cabinet. Please process it swiftly; Sir Taehyung will need it for the project presentation, and the investors are on their way."

With a grateful nod, I hurried to the cabinet, retrieving the file with a sense of urgency. As I turned to leave, I bowed respectfully to Mr. Machan, silently vowing to overcome my shyness and tackle the work with confidence and determination.

As I exited his office, a notification on my phone grabbed my attention. Opening it, I was stunned to find a transfer message confirming a salary of 100,000 won from Taehyung.

My jaw practically hit the floor at the generous amount. While grateful, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. Wasn't this too much for an internship?

Despite my gratitude, I couldn't shake the worry that Taehyung might think I was only interested in him for his money.

My feelings for him ran deeper than material gain; I loved him for who he was, not his wealth. His gesture only intensified my curiosity about him.

Who was Taehyung Kim, really? I yearned to uncover more layers of his character, to understand him beyond the surface.

Money aside, all I truly desired was his love and acceptance.

As I approached his door, anticipation pulsed through me. But before I could even reach for the handle, everything shifted instantly.

Suddenly, I found myself falling, only to be caught in Taehyung's arms. His embrace was strong and reassuring, pulling me close to his chest.

At that moment, I was enveloped in his irresistible scent, a combination of freshly laundered linen and expensive body wash. It was intoxicating, sending a shiver down my spine as I breathed him in deeply.

"Are you okay?" His voice was a whisper, filled with concern, as he held me securely against him. His fingers traced the contours of my face with a delicate touch, igniting a flurry of sensations within me.

When his thumb brushed against my lower lip, a jolt of electricity shot through me, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Locked in his intense gaze, time seemed to stand still. But amidst the swirling emotions, one thought emerged with startling clarity: I wanted him to kiss me. It was a desire that had lain dormant for years, suddenly awakening with a fervent intensity.

For the first time in two decades, I longed to feel his lips on mine, to experience the sweet surrender of his embrace.

As I gathered my thoughts, I mustered the courage to speak up. "I'm fine, but I'd like to talk to you if you have a moment, sir." Taehyung nodded, leading me to his office and closing the door behind us.

Once we were alone, I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. "You transferred 100,000 won to my account, Taehyung. But isn't that too much for an intern's salary?"

He met my gaze with a calm assurance. "It's nothing for me, Lisa. My company generates 1 billion won every hour, so consider it your salary. I thought it was less, but I don't want anyone to get suspicious."

Does he say 1 billion won every hour? Why not? He is the most talented and powerful businessman, Taehyung Kim, and he knows the power he holds in this world.

I was taken aback by his nonchalant response. "Still, Taehyung, I appreciate it, but it feels excessive. I can't take it. Please don't do this."

He warned me with his eyes and said, "I am ignoring your words because I am the one who knows what to do next time; don't come to me to request something like that.". I nodded in fear.

He looked at me intently, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Is that your way of saying thank you, Lisa? I was expecting a bit more from you."

His words caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless.

As I sensed his disappointment, I felt a surge of determination to express my gratitude more sincerely. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle peck on his lips.

But before I could pull away, Taehyung captured me in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within me.

Lost in the moment, I yearned to wrap my arms around him, to feel the warmth of his embrace. Yet he held me firmly, trapping my arms at my sides.

Surrendering to the intensity of his kiss, I melted into his touch, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips moving against mine.

With each lingering moment, the connection between us deepened, his tongue exploring the contours of my mouth with a fervent hunger.

Cradled in his embrace, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me as if I had finally found where I belonged.

As Taehyung broke the kiss, his words filled the air with a sense of anticipation. "Now, that's good. I have a meeting to attend. Come with me," he said, his tone firm yet inviting.

I hesitated, knowing I had work to do for the upcoming 1 PM meeting, but Taehyung's presence was difficult to resist. "I need to prepare for the meeting at 1 PM; it's important," I explained.

He nodded understandingly, his gaze unwavering. "Of course, take care of that. But soon, we'll be together where I won't leave your side for a second, doll," he reassured me, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"I can't wait for tonight, doll," he whispered, planting a tender kiss on my forehead before leaving the room.

I stood there, feeling a mixture of excitement and shyness coursing through me, longing for the moment when we would be together again.

As I gathered my thoughts, I couldn't shake the feeling of being at the mercy of this enigmatic man who seemed to hold all the cards.

Despite my best efforts to understand him, Taehyung's actions continued to confound me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and uncertain.

After returning to my cabin, I threw myself into my work, immersing myself in meetings and files to distract myself from Taehyung's unsettling presence.

As the day wore on and evening approached, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of tasks, barely aware of the passage of time.

Suddenly, Taehyung appeared in my room just as I was about to leave. He drew me close, his touch both comforting and disconcerting.

"Doll," he began, his voice soft yet commanding, "you know what you need to do. Show me what you're capable of, and remember that Winsik will be waiting for you outside. Take your time with your parents, and if they don't agree, let me know."

His words hung in the air, laden with expectation and a hint of urgency. I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me.

Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, I knew I had to prove myself not only to Taehyung but also to myself.

As Taehyung's lips met mine in a parting kiss, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions—love, anticipation, and a hint of apprehension. "I'll be waiting for you at the airport," he murmured, his voice filled with assurance.

I returned his kiss before attempting to move away, but his grip tightened, and suddenly he sank his teeth into my neck.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as pain shot through me, and I instinctively recoiled. "It's painful, Taehyung," I managed to say, my voice trembling.

His response sent chills down my spine. "I enjoy giving pain, but I don't want to leave scars, Lisa. I love seeing you like this, mine only," he confessed, his words both unsettling and strangely exhilarating.

I love it, but it's like making me feel so happy. He loves to leave a mark on my body to show whom I belong, but strangely, I love it.

As he licked my neck to soothe the sting, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me.

This possessive side of Taehyung was new to me, and while it stirred up feelings of unease, there was also a thrilling edge to it.

With a final gaze, Taehyung released me, leaving me to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions he had stirred within me.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was stepping into uncharted territory, with Taehyung leading the way into a world where pleasure and pain intertwined in ways I had never imagined.

As Taehyung's hand traced the contours of my lips, his gaze intensified, his brown eyes darkening with desire.

I was mesmerized by the sight of him, his jawline sharp and defined, exuding an irresistible magnetism.

In a low, husky voice, he spoke, his words sending a shiver down my spine. "Go before I lose control. I get hungry for you, Lisa, craving your presence. Just come to me, trust me, and you'll find happiness beyond measure. I'll make you the happiest girl."

His words were like a spell, weaving their way into my mind and stirring emotions I had never known. Despite the uncertainty and the fear that lingered in the depths of my heart, there was an undeniable pull drawing me closer to him, tempting me to surrender to the allure of his world.

With a final glance, I tore myself away from his gaze, knowing that the path ahead would be fraught with uncertainty and desire.

But as I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that Taehyung held the key to a future unlike anything I had ever imagined—a future where passion and ecstasy awaited, intertwined with the mysteries of his enigmatic soul.

As I hurriedly made my way down to the company lobby and stepped into the waiting elevator, anticipation coursed through my veins.

Exiting the building, I spotted Uncle Winsik standing by the car, his presence a reassuring sight.

Approaching the vehicle, he opened the door for me with a polite gesture, and I gratefully slid into the comfortable interior.

With a nod of acknowledgment, I settled into the seat as Uncle Winsik took his place behind the car.

The car hummed to life as we began the journey back to my house, the familiar streets passing by in a blur. Lost in my thoughts, I reflected on the day's events and the new chapter awaiting me.

As we arrived at my house, Uncle Winsik brought the car to a stop, and I stepped out onto the familiar pavement. Turning to thank him,

As I reached the door of my home, I noticed Taehyung's driver, Winsik, waiting for me outside. With a sense of anticipation, I knocked, and my mother greeted me with a warm smile as she opened the door. Stepping inside, I saw my father, and excitement bubbled within me.

"I received my first salary, Mom, and Dad," I announced, my voice filled with pride.

Their eyes widened in delight, and my mother exclaimed, "Oh, Lisa, that's wonderful!" I approached my father, embracing him tightly. Making them happy filled me with a sense of accomplishment.

Looking into my father's eyes, I could see the pride reflected there. "Lisa, you always make me proud," he said, his words touching my heart. With determination, I replied, "Dad, I'll transfer it to your account."

But my father shook his head gently. "No, Lisa, it's yours. Keep it safe, my princess. We're happy to see you succeed," he insisted, a tender smile gracing his lips.

I returned his smile, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love. "Please, Dad, it would mean everything to me to fulfill this dream of giving back to you," I pleaded earnestly.

As my mother expressed her opinion, insisting that there was no need for such generosity, I reached out and held her hand.

With silent understanding, she nodded in acceptance. Without hesitation, I quickly transferred half of the money to my father's account.

When my father received the notification, he was taken aback by the amount. "Lisa, 50,000 won; it's too much, dear," he protested, his concern evident in his voice.

But I was determined. Taking his hand in mine, I pleaded, "Dad, please, take it. It would mean the world to me." He nodded, moved by my insistence, and enveloped me in a warm embrace.

"I'm proud of you, Lisa. You're strong, and even though you were once broken by Mingyu, Taehyung's stepfather is a very good and dignified man," he remarked.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, stirring up a mix of emotions within me. The mention of Taehyung's name filled me with a sense of excitement and intrigue, leaving me wondering what role he would play in my future.

BOYFRIEND??

LOVER

A PARTNER

BOSS

Or something else...

I know he is just my man like I am his. Maybe people will get wrong seeing me as a gold digger and him as my sugar daddy or something else, but I love him for him, not because he is influential. I love him because it is what my heart wants.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Dad, Mom, I need to talk to you about something important. Please listen to me," I requested, leading them to the couch and taking a seat.

With a racing heart, I gathered my thoughts and spoke up. "I want to go to Paris with Sir Taehyung for his new project. It's a new opportunity for me, and I feel like I need some space to explore and grow. It might be for around four months, but it's an experience I don't want to miss. Please, Dad, I'm asking for your permission," I pleaded, hoping they would understand.

My father's expression furrowed with concern, while my mother voiced her worries. "But Lisa, four months away from home? How will you manage, and how will it all work out?" She questioned, her concern evident.

I hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt as I prepared to deceive them for the first time. "Mom, Dad, I'll figure it out. Please, trust me on this."

I reassured them, knowing that my love for Taehyung compelled me to do whatever it took to be with him, even if it meant bending the truth to my parents.

As I listened to my parents' concerns, I felt a mixture of anxiety and hope. "Mom, Dad, the company will provide housing for me and the other staff members. Sir Taehyung never allows his employees to suffer; he takes care of them. Please, Mom, this is a new opportunity for me," I explained earnestly, hoping to ease their worries.

My father's supportive words brought a sense of relief. "Lisa, I want you to go. It's important for you to experience this change," he affirmed, his belief in me strengthening my resolve.

However, my mother's apprehension persisted. "But, dear, Lisa is so innocent. I can't bear the thought of leaving her alone like that. I'll be worried," she admitted, her concern for my well-being palpable.

In response, my father offered reassurance and wisdom. "You should be proud of your daughter. She's overcome so much and has grown into a mature, capable young woman. She can take care of herself, and she'll be under Mr. Kim's guidance, a good man who will look after her. There's no need to worry; we should give her the space she needs to grow and thrive," he reasoned, his words instilling confidence in my decision to pursue this opportunity with Taehyung.

Feeling the warmth of my father's embrace, I held onto him tightly, grateful for his trust and support. "Thank you, Dad. I promise I'll never break your trust," I vowed, sincerity ringing in my voice.

His eyes softened with pride as he looked at me. "When will you leave?" he inquired, concern mingling with curiosity.

"Right now, Dad. Sir Taehyung's driver is waiting for me," I replied, a sense of urgency driving me to action. "I need to pack my things."

My mother's voice chimed in, expressing her concern and regret. "It's too early, Lisa. You should have told us sooner. I could have prepared something for you," she lamented.

I reassured her, "Mom, please don't worry. There's no need for preparations. I'll manage. But I do need to leave now; time is running out."

She nodded understandingly, her maternal instincts kicking in. "I'll come with you to help pack your things, okay?" she offered, her concern evident in her voice.

Grateful for her offer, I nodded, knowing that her presence would provide some comfort during this transitional period.

As my mother and I entered my room, she helped me pack my belongings, her presence offering comfort and reassurance during this transitional moment.

With each item carefully stowed away, I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension building within me.

Finally, as I emerged from my house, dragging my suitcase behind me, my parents stood by, their expressions a mix of pride and reluctance.

Their silent support bolstered my resolve as I prepared to embark on this new chapter of my life.

Just then, Winsik's uncle, the driver, approached us, his presence a reminder of the impending journey ahead. "Ms. Lisa, we're running late. Sir Taehyung is waiting for you," he informed me, his tone urgent yet respectful.

With a nod, I acknowledged his words, understanding the need to move quickly. As Winsik uncle opened the door to the car, I climbed inside, feeling a sense of anticipation tinged with nervous energy.

As I settled into the plush interior, Winsik kindly stowed my suitcase in the trunk, a small gesture that spoke volumes of the care and attention Sir Taehyung's team provided.

With one last glance back at my parents, I braced myself for the journey ahead, ready to embrace the adventures that awaited me with Taehyung by my side.

As I arrived at the airport, guards greeted me and opened the car door with practiced efficiency. Stepping out, I was greeted by the sight of Taehyung, leaning casually against his luxurious car, with a Private Jet emblazoned with his initials "KTH" gleaming in the background.

His impeccable suit accentuated his commanding presence, and a sense of anticipation filled the air.

Approaching him, I felt a rush of excitement as he took my hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "You're late, doll. Now, you'll have to face the consequences," he teased, his voice laced with playful authority.

Feeling a pang of guilt, I offered a quick apology. "Sorry," I murmured, hoping to appease him.

But Taehyung's chuckle melted away any tension, his demeanor shifting to one of warmth and welcome. "Welcome to my private jet, Lisa. Come," he invited, his words infused with a sense of privilege and excitement.

As Taehyung and I stepped inside the opulent interior of the private jet, my eyes widened in awe at the luxury surrounding us.

The staff greeted us with deference, bowing respectfully, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease at the stark difference between Taehyung's world and mine.

Why had he chosen me out of everyone?

My discomfort grew as Uncle Winsik appeared with my suitcase, a reminder of my humble origins amidst this world of extravagance.

I watched as the staff took my luggage, feeling a sense of vulnerability in this unfamiliar environment.

Taehyung, ever the commanding presence, issued a directive to the pilot. "Fly now," he commanded, his authority palpable.

As the jet soared into the sky, Taehyung took my hand and led me to his private room, a sanctuary within the confines of the aircraft.

Despite my apprehension, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me in this secluded space, alone with Taehyung and his enigmatic desires.

Inside his opulent room, adorned with plush couches and lavish amenities, I marveled at the sheer extravagance surrounding us.

Taehyung's wealth was beyond comprehension, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the contrast between his world and mine.

As he gestured for me to make myself comfortable, I nodded and settled onto the seat, trying to quell the nervous flutter in my chest.

Taehyung took his place in front of me, his magnetic presence drawing me in as he invited me to sit on his lap.

Obeying his command, I moved to perch on his lap, facing him, our closeness sparking an electrifying tension between us. His words washed over me like a gentle caress, filling me with a sense of privilege and apprehension.

"You're the first girl I've ever taken on my jet, Lisa, and I like this," he confessed, his voice low and intimate as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly.

Caught up in the moment, I felt a surge of courage welling within me. "Taehyung, there's something I need to tell you," I began, my voice trembling with emotion.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering as I gathered the courage to speak my truth.

"I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine," I began, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my chest. "I don't love you because of all this luxury. What truly draws me to you is your kindness and your genuine personality."

I paused, willing him to understand the sincerity of my words. "Please don't ever think that I'm with you for your wealth. And please don't go to such lengths for me. You know how uncomfortable it makes me when you spend so extravagantly on me," I implored, hoping he would respect my boundaries and understand the depth of my feelings.

His glare pierced through me, turning him into a formidable presence, almost monstrous in his intensity. As he spoke, his words laced with frustration and disappointment, I couldn't help but shrink under his scrutiny.

"Lisa," he began, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "What do you want to say?"

His words hit me like a blow, stinging with the truth of his accusation. I struggled to find a response as he continued, his voice growing more impassioned with each word.

"Yes, I'm rich. Get used to it," he declared, his confidence unshakeable. "Why shouldn't I spend money on you? I expect you to accept whatever I choose to spend on you without argument."

I listened in silence, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me. His assertion that he wanted to provide me with the best of everything only added to my internal turmoil.

"I work exceptionally hard for my wealth, Lisa," he continued, his frustration evident. "I could buy you anything your heart desires, and I want to. Call it redistribution of wealth if you will. Or simply understand that I could never view you in the way you described, and it angers me that you perceive yourself that way. For such a bright, witty, beautiful young woman, you have some real self-esteem issues. That's on you."

His words hung heavily in the air, a painful reminder of the divide between us and the complexities of our relationship.

As I struggled to find a response, I couldn't help but wonder if we would ever bridge the gap between our differing perspectives.

Despite the tension between us, there was still an undeniable undercurrent of romance that lingered in the air. As Taehyung's impassioned words hung between us, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me.

Taking a deep breath, I met his intense gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "Taehyung, I appreciate everything you do for me," I began, my voice soft yet resolute.

"But I want you to understand that I value our connection beyond material possessions. It's your kindness, your humor, and your unwavering support that truly means the world to me."

As I spoke, I reached out to gently touch his hand, hoping to convey the depth of my feelings. "I may have self-esteem issues to work through, but with you by my side, I feel stronger and more confident than ever before," I confessed, my heart pounding with emotion.

Taehyung's expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "Lisa, I want nothing more than to see you happy and fulfilled," he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. "If that means dialing back the extravagance and focusing on what truly matters, then I'm willing to make that sacrifice."

In that moment, as we sat together in luxury and opulence, I realized that true romance wasn't about grand gestures or lavish gifts.

It was about the genuine connection we shared, the mutual respect and understanding that bound us together.

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We had our lunch in our room, and now As we lay in his bed, I looked out the window at the sky from Taehyung's private jet. Taehyung kissed me, and I felt so happy. Then he spoke, his voice filled with emotion.

"Why am I so attracted to you, Lisa? I can't even control myself. Even though I'm a man of self-control and I've always had patience with you, I feel like I'm losing my senses. It's different from anything I've ever felt."

His eyes were intense, filled with a mixture of longing and confusion, and his grip on my hand tightened as if he were afraid to let go.

As I smiled and hugged him, I whispered, "I love you, and you love me. That's why it's happened."

He gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes full of tenderness yet burning with desire. "Let me make love to you, Lisa," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with promise. My heart raced, and I felt a shy flush spread across my cheeks.

I gulped as he slowly undressed me, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His lips followed, trailing kisses along my body, making me feel cherished and desired. When his hands roamed over me, I felt a rush of happiness and anticipation.

He stood up and removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him, the raw desire in his gaze, made my pulse quicken.

As he joined me on the bed, our bodies intertwined, and we were lost in the ecstasy of making love.

"Seeing you in my arms is unbelievably hot, doll," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His words made me blush deeply, and my heart swelled with love and arousal.

We moved from the bed to the couch, and soon he had me pressed against the wall. His passion was overwhelming, consuming me entirely.

He smiled at my reaction, his eyes dark with desire. He turned me around, pinning my front against the cool glass wall.

I glanced outside, noticing the staff working. Panic fluttered in my chest at the thought of them seeing us.

"Don't worry, love! They can't see us, but we can. Just imagine they're watching us while I make love with you, claiming you as mine," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

His words made my breath hitch and a new wave of desire surged through me. His hand continued its relentless teasing, rubbing my sensitive bud while his face nuzzled into my hair.

"FUCK, I never felt this way." His voice, filled with a different kind of satisfaction, made my heart race. The thought of being watched, as improbable as it was, only heightened my arousal.

His words ignited a fire within me that I couldn't extinguish.

"Oh God, you drive me crazy, Doll," he confessed, his voice low and husky. He pounded into me from behind, his hands firmly holding mine against the glass wall.

My legs shook violently from the overwhelming pleasure, our moans and groans filling the room. The rhythmic sound of our bodies coming together was the only music we needed.

The thought of the staff possibly watching us crossed my mind, again and again, adding a forbidden thrill to our intimacy. Despite the strange feeling, I couldn't get enough of him.

He thrust into me with precision, hitting my G-spot directly, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

We climaxed together, our bodies trembling in perfect unison, utterly consumed by the raw, overwhelming pleasure that surged through us.

Time seemed to stop as we became lost in each other, our breath ragged, hearts racing in sync.

The world around us faded into a blur—there was nothing but the two of us, tangled in the heat of the moment, the intensity of our passion binding us closer.

As the high began to ebb, a wave of warmth and contentment washed over me, grounding me in the intimacy we had just shared.

My fingers trailed lazily across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

His body, strong and familiar, was pressed against mine, and I found solace in the quiet rhythm we shared now, the storm of lust replaced by a tender, silent connection.

I lifted my gaze, meeting his eyes—dark, intense, and filled with something I couldn't quite describe. Love? Desire? Maybe both. It was as if, at this moment, all the barriers between us had melted away. I couldn't hold back anymore.

With a trembling voice, I spoke the truth my heart had longed to say. "I love you, Taehyung," I whispered, my words soft but filled with conviction.

"Not because you have everything, not because of your wealth or your success. I love you because you make me feel seen, cherished, and loved. You are the man who is perfect for me, not for what you have but for who you are. Even if you weren't rich, even if you had nothing, I'd still fall for you. Over and over."

His expression softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away the tear I hadn't realized had fallen.

I could feel the weight of my confession, the vulnerability of baring my soul to him, but I had no regrets. This moment—this love—was ours alone. Nothing else mattered.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a slow, tender kiss as if sealing the promise of what we had. His hands cradled my face with a tenderness that contrasted the passion we had shared just moments ago.

And in that kiss, I felt it—the unspoken vow that no matter what the world threw at us, this love was real, and it was enough.

His fingers gently traced the outline of my cheek, his touch warm and soothing. His eyes, dark and filled with unspoken emotion, lingered on mine for a moment before he whispered, "Let's rest now. I must have worn you out."

A small smile played on my lips as I let out a contented sigh, the exhaustion finally seeping into my bones.

My body, still buzzing from the pleasure we'd shared, relaxed against him as he pulled the sheets over us, enveloping us in their soft warmth.

He shifted closer, his strong arm wrapping around my waist, drawing me into the comforting solidity of his chest.

I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his body soothing the last remnants of tension from my limbs.

His lips brushed against the back of my neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses, each one sending shivers down my spine. He didn't need to say a word—his touch, the way he held me, spoke volumes.

"I love you," I whispered, the words spilling from my heart before I could stop them. There was no need to hold back now; everything had already been laid bare between us.

He didn't respond with words, but the way his hand gently caressed my stomach, his thumb drawing soft, lazy circles on my skin, told me everything I needed to know.

He pressed another kiss to my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin, a silent acknowledgment of my confession.

I could feel the depth of his emotions in the way he held me and in the way he cared for me without speaking.

The quiet between us wasn't awkward or uncomfortable—it was peaceful, filled with the unspoken understanding we shared.

His body curled protectively around mine, a silent promise that he was here, that I was his, even if he couldn't say the words out loud.

"Did I tire you out?" He teased gently, the playful edge to his voice making me smile.

"Maybe a little," I admitted with a soft laugh, my fingers brushing over his hand, which rested protectively on my stomach. "But it was worth it."

His laugh was a low rumble in his chest, soothing and comforting. "Good," he said, pressing another kiss to my skin, this time to the back of my neck. "Because I plan to wear you out again, but not now, just sleep."

A lazy smile spread across my face as I felt myself drifting into sleep, safe and content in his arms. The future felt distant, the worries of tomorrow irrelevant.

All that mattered now was this—his warmth, his love, and the quiet, perfect peace of the moment we had created together.

In his embrace, I felt a quiet kind of happiness. The world outside could wait, but here, in his arms, everything was just right.

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As the evening wore on, we were tired from lovemaking. Even though we had our bath and changed our clothes bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, I found myself immersed in the beauty of the moment, sharing a meal with Taehyung by his side.

But as time passed, a sense of awe and disbelief washed over me—I was truly out of my league here.

As our journey came to an end, the helicopter descended gracefully, landing on the helipad atop the building where Taehyung lived.

My heart raced in my chest, torn between nervous anticipation, relief that we had arrived safely, and the fear of somehow falling short.

The rotor blades slowed to a quiet hum, the only sound in the air now the erratic rhythm of my breathing. "We're here," Taehyung's voice broke through the silence, his words soft but filled with gravity.

His gaze, intense and penetrating, caught mine as he stood half in shadow and half in the bright light of the landing pad.

It was a striking image, one that seemed to capture the duality of our existence—dark knight and white knight, a fitting metaphor for our complex relationship.

But beneath the surface, I sensed a tension in Taehyung, his jaw clenched and his eyes tight with strain. As I met his gaze, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for us and whether we would emerge from the shadows into the light together.

As we disembarked from his private jet, the entire staff stood at attention, a testament to Taehyung's commanding presence and authority.

My eyes widened in awe as I took in the sight of the luxurious mansion before us—it was truly a sight to behold, resembling a grand castle with its sprawling gardens and opulent architecture.

Taehyung gently squeezed my hand, pulling me out of my reverie. "Come," he urged, leading the way towards the grand entrance.

The guards dutifully opened the door for us, and Taehyung wasted no time in issuing instructions to them.

"Bring our suitcases here, and ensure that all preparations are complete," he commanded, his voice ringing with authority. The guards nodded in acknowledgment, affirming that everything was ready.

Turning to me, Taehyung's expression softened slightly. "Tomorrow, the household staff will have the day off. I don't want to see anyone inside my mansion, and you'll all continue your duties as usual the day after tomorrow," he explained, his tone firm yet considerate of their well-being.

As the guard nodded and we stepped inside the magnificent mansion, I couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur surrounding us.

But amidst the luxury, I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension about what awaited me in this new chapter of my life with Taehyung.