╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG◆◈--

I looked at her, my chest tight with everything I'd held back. "Lisa, yes, my truth is worse than you think. I tried to take you out of my heart, to forget you, to erase everything, but you've fucked up my mind in ways no one ever has," I admitted, my voice low but charged with the intensity of everything I couldn't put into words.

Before I could say more, she grabbed my collar, her grip tight, and her eyes filled with frustration and pain. "I don't know what to do, Taehyung," she said, her voice shaking, and I could feel her hurt cutting through me.

"I just want to stay away from you. I need space—from you and all your lies. I don't even know what your truth is anymore, and I can't see my future clearly because of the way you've played with me."

Her words stung. I didn't want to lose her, but I could see how deeply I'd messed things up.

I could feel her trembling as she held my collar, her eyes burning with anger and frustration—everything I'd caused.

Her lips pressed into a tight line as she tried to keep her composure, but I could see it slipping. She was fighting so hard to resist me, to push me away, but I couldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.

"Taehyung, you've made me doubt everything," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "Every moment with you feels like a game like I'm just another piece in whatever messed-up plan you've got. I don't even know what's real anymore. I don't know who you are. I don't know if I ever did."

Her words cut deep, but they only made me want her more. She didn't understand—I was obsessed, consumed.

There was no getting rid of her in my mind, no pushing her out of my heart. She was there, branded into me, and I hated how much I needed her, but I couldn't stop it.

"Lisa, I've never played with you. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you," I said, my voice rough with desperation. "Do you think I enjoy this? Do you think I want to be this obsessed? You're in my blood, in my head, every damn second. I can't escape you, no matter how hard I've tried. No one has ever gotten under my skin like you."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, and I reached out, grabbing her wrists gently but firmly, pulling her closer. "I don't care how much space you think you need, Lisa. You can try to avoid me, but I won't let you go. I can't. Even if you hate me for it, I'd rather you hate me than leave me."

She tried to pull back, but I didn't let her. Her resistance only fueled my obsession. "I'm not lying to you. My truth is ugly, but you're the only part of my life that's real. You're the only thing I care about, and I'll do anything to keep you, even if it means driving you crazy."

"Yeah, every woman before you was just a toy for me," I confessed, my voice raw, watching her expression shift. "I fucked them, used them, enjoyed them—and then moved on without a second thought. They never meant anything. But you..."

I paused, my grip tightening slightly as I looked into her eyes, needing her to understand. "You make me feel everything, Lisa. You make me feel things I never thought I was capable of feeling."

I swallowed hard, my chest heaving as I let the truth spill out. "You made me feel alive in ways no one else could. I hate it, and I love it all at once. I tried to push it away, tried to control it, but I couldn't. You're the only thing in this messed-up life that makes me feel human."

Her resistance flickered again, and I could see the battle in her eyes. But I wasn't about to let her leave. Not now. Not when she was the only thing keeping me grounded in this chaos.

She shook her head, her eyes hardening as she yanked her wrists from my grip. "You don't get it, do you? Do you think telling me all this is enough? Taehyung, you've ruined everything. I can't trust you. You've messed with my head, and now you want me to believe that I'm different, that I'm the one who makes you feel alive?" Her voice was trembling with anger, but I could hear the hurt underneath.

"You can't just say these things and expect me to forget what you've done. I can't live with the thought of you turning around one day and doing the same thing to me. Running away, finding someone else, using her the way you've used every other woman before me." Her voice cracked at the end, and it broke something in me.

"No," I said sharply, stepping closer, desperation clawing at my chest. "I would never—Lisa, I would never cheat on you. You're not like them. You've never been like them."

But she backed away, her eyes flashing with defiance. "How do I know that, Taehyung? How do I know you won't get bored of me like you did with them? How do I trust you when you've admitted that you've treated every other woman like a toy? What makes me so special that you won't do the same to me?"

The fear in her words stabbed through me. I reached out, trying to grasp her hand, but she pulled away, her resistance stronger now.

"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice barely holding together. "I can't be another woman you end up breaking when you decide I'm not enough. I'm leaving, Taehyung. I'm done."

"No," I said, my voice breaking with desperation as I grabbed her wrist before she could step further away. "You're not leaving. You don't get to leave me like this. You're not just someone to me—you're everything. I can't let you go."

But she looked at me, tears welling in her eyes, and shook her head. "I can't stay when I don't know if I'll ever be enough for you."

With a heavy heart, I retrieved a tie from the closet, my hands trembling as I bound her wrists together. "You can't trap me here! What is this behavior? Let me go! I don't want to stay with you, a cheater like you! Just free me!" she protested her words a desperate plea for freedom.

But I couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, not when she meant everything to me. Ignoring her protests, I carried her to the bed and gently pushed her down onto the mattress, securing the bonds to the bedpost.

"Lisa, I told you once: if I choose something for myself, it will be mine," I whispered, my voice heavy with longing. "And you know I've given you my heart, which is more precious to me than any luxurious life. I've given it to you, my doll."

A painful smile flickered across Lisa's lips as she spoke. "Just stay away from me, and I'll be free from you. I'll leave, and you'll never find me," she vowed, her voice tinged with resignation.

My heart felt as though it had been pierced by a thousand needles, each word she uttered cutting deeper than the last.

Despite the ache in my chest, I fought to keep my emotions in check, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Lisa, you can punish me, doll, but please don't say those words again," I pleaded, my voice thick with grief. "I love you. I can't bear the thought of being apart from you."

As tears welled up in her eyes, I reached out to kiss them away, but she turned her face away, refusing my touch.

Undeterred, I gently grasped her jaw, guiding her face back to mine as I kissed away her tears. "It hurts when you touch me like this. Stop playing with me, Taehyung, please," she whispered, her voice filled with pain.

My heart shattered into a million pieces at her words, the weight of her pain crushing me like a ton of bricks. Kissing her forehead softly, I shook my head in disbelief.

"I'm not playing with you, Lisa. It's you who's playing with me by leaving me and putting us through all of this," I murmured, my voice trembling with the raw ache of heartbreak.

For the first time in my life, I truly understood what it meant to feel heartache and sorrow, and it was a pain unlike any other.

Lisa's words pierced through me like shards of glass, her disappointment palpable in the air between us. "You have lost me, Taehyung. My respect for you. Please, don't let me do something that shatters my morals. You are older than me, and I always respect my elders. So behave like one and leave me," she implored, her voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and resolve.

My possessive nature reared its head, fueled by the fear of losing her. "Don't ever say that, Lisa. I've never lost you. I've already won you," I declared, my voice laced with a deadly edge of possessiveness.

She chuckled bitterly, her laughter echoing like a bitter echo in the room. "How can I trust you, Taehyung? You claim to love me, but how do I know you're not just like the others? Maybe you're cheating on me behind my back," she challenged, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit.

I met her gaze head-on, wiping away her tears gently as she closed her eyes, lost in her turmoil. "Lisa, you're the only woman I've never cheated on, and I never will," I vowed, my voice softening with sincerity. "Because you know, Lisa, I love you."

Lisa's smile was strained as she uttered the words, her eyes betraying the pain hidden beneath the facade. "Fake love, just don't, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

But I couldn't bear the thought of her doubting my love for her. "It's my true love, Lisa. And You'll stay with me until your mind is at ease. " I commanded my tone firm and unwavering.

She recoiled at my words, her hands pushing against mine in a desperate attempt to break free. "Free my hand and leave me, please," she begged, her voice tinged with desperation.

My resolve hardened, my gaze turning deadly as I refused to relent. "No, and never," I insisted, my voice carrying a hint of warning.

But she refused to yield, her voice rising in defiance. "Don't touch me, and stay away from me. Just go," she demanded her words a sharp rebuke that cut through the air like a knife.

Despite her protests, I couldn't bring myself to leave her side.

Lisa's plea cut through the air like a knife, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and frustration. "Taehyung, why don't you leave me alone?" She implored, her eyes searching mine for some sign of understanding.

But I couldn't bring myself to heed her request, not when my every instinct screamed to protect her, to keep her safe. "I am not leaving you and before you go to sleep I know you didn't eat anything, isn't it?" I asked my tone firm yet tinged with a hint of concern.

Her glare intensified, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she lashed out at me. "I don't want to eat anything. Please, stop showing me your fake concern," she retorted, her words like daggers aimed at my heart.

I sighed heavily, the weight of her accusations pressing down on me like a heavy burden. "Lisa, you know I never show you fake concern," I protested, my voice laced with sincerity. "And Lisa, what can I do to make you believe in my love?"

But her distrust was palpable, her gaze unwavering as she met my eyes with a steely resolve. "Taehyung, if you truly love me, then please let me go and stop pretending. I know you," she declared, her words a painful reminder of the distance between us.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her futile threats, knowing deep down that she was unable to escape the hold I had over her.

"I wish you could," I replied calmly, masking the intensity of my possessiveness with a veneer of nonchalance. "It's okay if you're not going to eat, but take rest. We'll talk tomorrow. Just relax."

But her determination to distance herself from me only fueled my desire to keep her close. "I'll run away from you, Taehyung. I don't want to stay with you. Just leave me," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.

Ignoring her pleas, I asserted my dominance with a firm declaration. "We'll see about that later, but remember doll, you are mine," I stated firmly, refusing to entertain the notion of her escape.

As she closed her eyes, attempting to create a physical barrier between us, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the distance that had grown between us.

"Sleep here. I won't touch you," I reassured her, my voice softening with genuine concern. "Just relax your mind, at least, Lisa."

But she remained resolute, refusing to heed my words as she moved away from me, a silent reminder of the chasm that now divided us.

As I sighed heavily, the weight of the evening's events settling heavily upon me, I rose from the bed and made my way to the couch.

With a flick of my hand, I extinguished the light, enveloping the room in darkness.

I moved to the closet, exchanging my clothes for comfortable pajamas, the fabric feeling foreign against my skin as I grappled with the turmoil raging within me.

With slow, deliberate movements, I made my way to the vanity, my fingers tracing the outline of the cigarette and lighter before finally succumbing to the temptation.

Stepping out onto the poolside, I lit the cigarette, the smoke curling around me like a shroud as I struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to consume me.

As I inhaled deeply, the bitter taste of regret mingled with the acrid smoke, a stark reminder of the havoc our love had wrought upon us.

With each exhale, I felt the weight of Jisoo's karma bearing down upon me, the consequences of my actions coming back to haunt me with a vengeance.

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel the sting of remorse, the bitter realization that our love had been tainted by the malevolent forces of the universe.

As I gazed into the darkness, the tears that I had fought so hard to suppress finally spilled over, mingling with the smoke as they trailed down my cheeks, a silent testament to the anguish that consumed me.

With a determined resolve, I wiped away the tears that threatened to betray my emotions, steeling myself for the task ahead.

Despite the pain and turmoil that clouded our relationship, one thing remained certain: my love for Lisa burned brighter than ever.

I knew that winning her forgiveness wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make amends and rebuild the trust that had been shattered between us.

For Lisa, I would move mountains, cross oceans, and endure any hardship.

With each breath, I reaffirmed my commitment to her, vowing to prove the depth of my love through my actions, not just my words.

No matter how long it took, I would show her that I was worthy of her forgiveness and that my love for her was unwavering and true.

As I entered the room, I found Lisa struggling against the restraints, her eyes locking onto mine with desperation.

I said to her. "Lisa, I am giving you a last warning, or else I will make sure that you will be begging for mercy don't make me evil".

"Taehyung, leave me alone! Stop blackmailing me," she pleaded.

My anger surged, and I seized her jaw forcefully, my voice dripping with frustration. "If you won't agree, I'll do whatever it takes, Doll. I'll resort to blackmail; I'll chase you; I'll ruin your image. But don't push me to that extent. I'm not that low because you mean everything to me. I won't do anything to harm you, Doll. Now, sleep."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, "How foolish I was to fall into your game. Now, I'm terrified." Gently, I traced my thumb across her lips, my voice softening.

"I admit, I played the game, but you've turned it all around. You've made me your slave to your goodness and love, driving me to madness. I'm willing to burn for you, to become a moth drawn only to your light. Nothing else holds my gaze but you."

I grabbed Lisa's jaw gently, tilting her face toward mine, the fire in my eyes reflecting the heat of the moment.

"I fucking love you, got it? Get it through your tiny brain, or maybe I'll need to fuck your brain to make you understand," I growled, my voice low, the intensity thick between us.

Her eyes blazed with fury, her words sharp as a knife. "FUCK! Fuck! You always have this filthy shit in your head, Mr. Kim!"

She shouted, her breath ragged as she fought back, but I could feel the tension building between us. I leaned in closer, my voice taunting as I met her gaze.

"Because you're going to be Mrs. Kim," I whispered darkly. "Then why not?"

She stared at me, her defiance clear in her voice. "You think I'd marry a man like you?" Her challenge hung in the air, and I felt the primal urge in me stir, but I wasn't backing down.

I narrowed my eyes, tightening my grip on her jaw just enough to make her focus. "It's not up to you to decide. You will marry me. I've told you this before, and don't make me repeat it. I don't like hearing the same thing over and over, Lisa. Or else," I paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "I'll shove my cock into your mouth to keep it shut."

Her hands gripped the bedpost behind her, trapped, her body tense as she couldn't move. I could see the frustration boiling in her eyes, but I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction of having her so close, so defiant, yet completely mine. The line between love and obsession had blurred long ago.

She might fight me, but she would be mine, no matter how long it took to make her understand.

I pulled out my iPhone, my fingers gliding over the screen as I called the staff. "Send dinner to my room," I instructed, my voice firm.

The line was brief, and once I hung up, I felt a surge of anticipation. I wasn't just making dinner arrangements; I was setting the stage for what was to come.

A soft knock echoed through the room moments later. I stood, feeling the energy in the air shift, charged with an unspoken tension.

As I opened the door, the maid stood there with a food tray balanced delicately in her hands. She offered a polite bow, her expression neutral as she handed it over.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," she said, her voice a mere whisper before she slipped away, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and my plan.

I placed the tray on the bed, the aroma of the carefully prepared food wafting up to meet me.

I turned my attention back to Lisa, who was still caught in her whirlwind of emotions, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.

"Now, I'll feed you," I declared, my tone leaving no room for argument. As I approached her, I could see her instincts kicking in—her body tensing as she realized what I intended.

I picked up the fork, my movements deliberate and controlled, as I approached her with a predatory gaze. "You're going to eat, Lisa. Whether you like it or not."

Her eyes narrowed, a spark of rebellion flickering within them. "You can't force me," she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. But I wasn't here to negotiate; I was here to dominate.

As I pressed the fork against her lips, I felt a surge of adrenaline. This wasn't just about power; it was about breaking her resistance—one piece at a time.

I could see her internal struggle; she wanted to push me away, to resist, but I could also sense a part of her surrendering, intrigued by the intensity of the moment.

"Open up," I commanded softly, a dark edge in my voice. When she hesitated, I leaned closer, my gaze locked onto hers. "I won't ask you again."

With a reluctant sigh, she parted her lips, and I fed her the first bite.

Her expression flickered—surprise mixed with anger—as I continued to feed her, the fork moving closer, each bite a reminder of my control.

She chewed slowly, her eyes wide as she processed what was happening, the anger in her gaze battling with an unspoken curiosity.

"See? It's not so bad," I teased, the corners of my mouth twitching upward in a smirk. But I wasn't joking.

I wanted her to understand that this was how it would be between us—me taking charge, her learning to trust me.

She swallowed hard, the defiance still lingering in her eyes, but I could see it wavering, softening with every bite I offered her.

It was a play of power and vulnerability, and I relished the way she fought against the urge to give in, even as she slowly began to accept what was happening.

"Just let go, Lisa," I murmured, watching her carefully. "Let me take care of you for once. This is just the beginning."

As she continued to eat, I knew that with each bite, I was breaking down her walls, piece by piece, until all that was left was the raw truth of our connection.

After feeding her the last bite, I set the fork down, the tension in the room still palpable. Lisa's gaze lingered on me, a mixture of defiance and something softer flickering beneath the surface.

Satisfied with her reluctant acceptance, I decided it was time to relax. I reached for my plate, enjoying the meal while the delicious aroma filled the air around us.

I took my time eating, savoring each bite, my eyes never leaving her. Something was intoxicating about the way she was still processing everything, her mind racing as she tried to reconcile her feelings with the reality of our situation. The power shift was intoxicating, and I reveled in it.

Once I finished, I placed the plate aside, and I walked to the couch, stretched out on the couch, my body sinking into the soft cushions.

The room was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, but I welcomed the silence, allowing myself to savor the moment.

I had taken a step closer to breaking down the barriers between us, and I wanted to bask in that small victory.

I propped myself up on one elbow, looking over at her. "You okay?" I asked, my voice low, almost casual, but underneath, there was a deeper concern.

I needed to know she was still with me, still fighting against the waves of confusion that washed over her.

She glanced at me, her expression a mix of vulnerability and lingering anger. "You think this is okay? Forcing me to eat, to listen to your demands?" Her voice was shaky, but I could see her resolve starting to crack, and it thrilled me.

"Maybe not okay," I replied, my tone playful, "but necessary. You need to understand that I won't let you go easily. I want you to see that you can trust me, even when it feels wrong."

She scoffed, but there was less bite in her response this time. "Trust? You think I can trust a man who has toyed with everyone else?"

I leaned back, letting out a sigh, contemplating her question. "Yeah, I've messed up, but I'm trying to change that with you. You're different, Lisa. I mean it. I can't let you walk away because you're scared of what I might do. I need you to see that."

The silence stretched between us, heavy with tension. I watched her face shift as she processed my words, a whirlwind of emotions playing out across her features.

There was still a fierce resistance, but there was also something else—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even hope.

"Just think about it," I added softly, my heart racing at the thought of her truly understanding what we could have together. "You can stay here with me, or you can keep running away, but I'll always find you."

As I lay there, waiting for her response, I felt the weight of my vulnerability pressing down on me. I was fighting for something real, something raw, and I wasn't ready to let it slip away.

Not now. Not ever. As the night stretched on, I made a silent promise to myself: I would not rest until Lisa's heart was once again mine to hold, her forgiveness a beacon of hope guiding us back to the love we had lost.

◆The Next Morning◆

╰┈➤ ❝LISA◆◈--

As I awoke, the familiar surroundings of Taehyung's bedroom greeted me, a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions that had ensnared me.

Despite the love I still harbored for him, the knowledge of his true nature filled me with a seething hatred.

I struggled against the binds that restrained me, the pain of last night's captivity gnawing at my soul. How could I forgive him for using me and for betraying the trust I had placed in him?

Taehyung's apology came as a surprise, his words laced with a hint of remorse. But even as he pleaded for my forgiveness, I couldn't bring myself to relent.

The wounds he had inflicted upon my soul ran too deep, leaving me shattered and broken.

No matter how much I loved him, I knew that forgiveness was not something I could grant lightly. The scars he had left upon my heart were too fresh, too raw, to be healed with mere words.

And as I lay there, bound and vulnerable, I made a silent vow to myself: I would not allow him to break me any further.

Enduring countless pains for him, only to be met with harsh truths, tears welled up as he now expected me to listen to him.

Who did he think he was? I struggled with the desire to forgive him, his constant apologies melting my heart.

But each time I considered it, the memories of how he had used me came flooding back, causing me to hesitate. It was simply too much for me to handle once more.

I couldn't shake the feeling that his kindness was merely a manipulation, a ploy to lure me back into his grasp.

Once he had what he wanted, he would revert to his deceitful ways. I refused to be his toy again, to be used and discarded at his whim.

"I can't let him hurt me anymore. Enough of his cruelty," I muttered under my breath, steeling myself with unwavering determination.

As I glanced over and saw him sleeping on the couch, a surge of desperation to escape from his grasp washed over me.

Without a moment's hesitation, I attempted to break free from the ties that bound me, but the pain that shot through my wrists forced me to recoil in agony.

Suddenly, I heard Taehyung's voice as he approached me, concern evident in his tone. "Are you alright, doll?" He asked, quickly moving to untie my hands.

As he inspected the marks left on my wrists, cursing softly under his breath, a wave of anger washed over me.

"I can't bear to see you in pain, doll. Please don't make me do that," he pleaded, gently taking my hand in his and massaging my wrist.

But I couldn't bring myself to accept his kindness, not when I knew his actions were merely a ploy to win me back. Jerking my hand away, I snarled at him, my voice dripping with venom.

"Don't even think for a second that I'll forgive you for this. I know you're only doing it to manipulate me into coming back to you," I spat, my resolve unwavering despite the pain etched on his face.

"I didn't make this change for your forgiveness, Lisa. I did it for your comfort. I can't bear to see you in any kind of pain," he confessed, his words sincere as he placed his hand on my face.

Feeling his touch, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with emotion, a lone tear slipping down my cheek and landing on his hand.

Was this a genuine display of his feelings, or just another ploy to win me back? The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me torn between hope and skepticism.

Despite his heartfelt confession, I couldn't ignore the fact that he hadn't given me a single reason to trust him. The wounds he had inflicted upon me ran deep, leaving me wary of his intentions.

No, I couldn't allow myself to be fooled again. I refused to revert to the innocent girl who had once fallen for his lies.

"I don't trust you, and please stay away from me," I declared firmly, shoving his hand away from my face. With a scowl directed at him, I stormed away, seeking solace in the sanctuary of the bathroom.

As I shut the door behind me, the floodgates of my emotions burst open, and I found myself overcome with silent tears of agony.

Leaning against the door, I buried my face in my hands, the weight of the pain crushing me like a ton of bricks.

The desire to forgive him, to grant him a second chance, warred with the walls of self-preservation I had erected around my heart.

But the scars of past betrayals ran too deep, leaving me unable to trust him again so easily.

In the suffocating silence, his voice pierced through, a desperate plea slicing the air. "Open the door and come out, please, Lisa," he begged.

Yet, confronting him seemed an insurmountable task, the sting of his betrayal still fresh, carving deeper with each heartbeat. With a leaden heart, I clung to the door, as if it were my only tether to sanity.

"Leave me alone, Taehyung," I screamed, my voice cracking with anguish. But his shouts persisted from the other side, growing more menacing with each syllable. "Lisa, open the door! If you don't, I'll unleash hell. Open it, or I'll shatter it to pieces!"

Fear gripped me tightly as his words echoed, painting a picture of his unraveling sanity.

As I cautiously opened the bathroom door, he lunged at me, his fingers wrapping around my throat, pinning me against the wall.

Gasping for air, I struggled to meet his gaze as he spoke, his voice strained with desperation.

"Lisa, please, stop this. I know I've made mistakes, but I've confessed them all to you. Why are you pushing me away? This isn't who I am. I've never shown you this side of me before."

I managed a bitter chuckle through the pain as he released his grip, his words pleading for understanding. "I don't want to hurt you. Please try to understand. I belong to you, Lisa. I want to marry you."

Closing my eyes, I whispered, "What can I do when fate has turned against me? My heart is true, but destiny seems to have other plans, and Taehyung, if you get bored of me, I have that fear. I love you always, but I am scared."

His voice trembled as he confessed, "I fear not death itself, only the thought of being torn away from you. I don't leave you"

As I locked eyes with him, a familiar weakness washed over me, threatening to pull me back into the depths of love I once knew.

But beneath that longing lay a chasm of uncertainty, a reluctance to surrender to his touch after glimpsing the darkness within him.

All I yearned for was to flee, to seek solace in the embrace of my mother, where peace could be found. Yet, his gaze held me in place as he spoke, his words a mixture of concern and warning.

"You should take a bath; relax. I'll bring breakfast," he said softly, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I'll keep an eye on you, Lisa. We can talk about this. But don't even think about running away. I'll find you, and I don't want to resort to force. I love you, and I refuse to become a monster in your eyes. If I can't have you, I fear I may destroy everything."

His words were a whirlwind of passion and desperation, a fire burning bright despite the knowledge of its forbidden nature, consuming us both in its intensity.

I said while looking at him. "You are now scaring me.".

As he released my neck, his words echoed in the air—a chilling reminder of the power he held over me. "Relax, Lisa. I won't harm you unless you leave me no choice. I'll come for you, hunt you down, because you're not just my love anymore but also my lust, my desire, my joy, my happiness, and my light. How can I ever let that go?"

His demeanor was that of a man possessed, his eyes ablaze with a fervor that sent shivers down my spine. I felt like helpless prey, trapped in the gaze of a relentless hunter.

Despite the fear coursing through me, there was something exhilarating about the rush of adrenaline, the quickening of my heartbeat in the face of danger.

He returned to the room, his movements deliberate as he retrieved his suit from the closet. His gaze met mine, a mixture of determination and restraint evident in his eyes.

"Go and take a bath," he commanded his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of gentleness. "Or I'll send the maid to assist you. I won't tolerate any more tears. You're my love, and I won't lay a hand on you until we've resolved everything. I respect you, and I love you."

Watching him leave the room, I hesitated for a moment before hurrying out, eager to escape the suffocating tension. But as I reached for the door, I froze, overhearing Taehyung's conversation with Lee Han.

"Keep high alert," he instructed, his words sending a chill down my spine. "And keep an eye on Lisa."

Lee Han's uncle inquired, "What happened, sir?" Taehyung's response was sharp, his tone laced with authority.

"It's a personal matter between Lisa and me," he snapped. "Just follow my instructions. If she dares to leave this penthouse, I won't hesitate to take drastic measures, even to kill anyone. And make sure the guards keep a close watch on her."

Lee Han pressed further, seeking clarification. "Did she do something wrong?"

"She's making a mistake right now," Taehyung replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and confidence. "But I believe she'll come to understand. Everything will be fine. Bring my breakfast to the bedroom. I'll be there after I get fresh."

As I listened from behind the door, a cold dread settled in my stomach. Taehyung's demeanor revealed a dangerous side I hadn't fully comprehended before. He was not to be trifled with.

I gulped down my fear, resolving to escape from him at the earliest opportunity.

With a heavy sigh, I contemplated my next move, knowing I had to play along for now to avoid raising suspicion.

Hurrying back to the bathroom, I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and wiped away the remnants of my tears.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I ventured out to retrieve my clothes from the closet, unaware of the impending danger.

Suddenly, Taehyung entered the room, dressed in his tuxedo, exuding a deadly ambiance. His gaze locked onto me, and I felt a chill run down my spine as his intense stare bore into me.

It was dreadful timing, and I could sense the weight of his scrutiny, making my heart race with unease.

With a swift motion, he closed the door, his frustration evident as he cursed under his breath. "Go and change," he commanded, his voice laced with restraint and self-reproach. "Before I make a mistake and surrender to the urge to touch you, to make love to you. Lisa, please, just go. You look so ravishing. I know maybe you are thinking how bad I am saying this. Even our matter is worse, but I always admire you."

Feeling a mix of relief and apprehension and hate towards him, I hastened to obey, retreating to my closet to change my clothes.

Each moment in his presence felt like walking on a tightrope, balancing between desire and fear, longing and caution. I change my lingerie and dress.

As I emerged from the closet, I found the staff entering the room with a breakfast tray in hand. Taehyung, engrossed in his morning routine, dismissed them with a wave of his hand, leaving us alone in the room.

His gaze met mine as he turned towards me.

"Let's have breakfast," he said, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty. I nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the tension lingering between us.

His eyes softened as he spoke again, his words carrying a sense of both relief and caution. "It's a sudden change, Lisa, but I'm glad to see you cooperating. If you can approach this with a clear mind, we can have a mature conversation. You're so innocent, Lisa; sometimes it's hard for you to grasp the complexities of our situation."

His words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between us. Silence enveloped us as we sat at the table, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. Taehyung approached me with a gentle offer, "Let me feed you."

With a surge of anger, I refused, my voice trembling with pent-up frustration. "I can manage on my own; please don't," I retorted, my need for space and solitude overpowering any semblance of intimacy.

Taehyung relented, his expression reflecting a mix of understanding and remorse. "Ok, eat it, but let me do this for you, my doll," he conceded, his tone softening. "Take your time, rest, and think. I'll respect your wishes, Lisa. Just trust me, once I know you are hurt, I can understand your feelings, but that's not the sign, Lisa, that you are not thinking rightly and making irrational decisions on your own."

His words cut through me like a knife, reminding me of the tangled web of emotions and uncertainties that bound us together.

"I wish I could, but like you are letting me take my decision," I murmured, the pain of our fractured trust lingering in the air like a bitter aftertaste.

His gaze bore into mine, unwavering and intense, as he reached out to caress my hair gently. "You've always loved me, and you don't understand that you are making a mistake now" he asserted with conviction, his touch stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within me.

"I understand your heart, your body, your soul—they all crave me. That's your truth, Lisa. And as for my truth, it's reflected in your eyes. I love you; that's the essence of my truth. I'll do whatever it takes to make you see that. Don't worry, Lisa. I'll give you the space you need to think."

With a tender insistence, he attempted to feed me, his hand guiding the spoon to my lips. "Don't refuse," he implored softly. "You've never disrespected food. Eat."

Reluctantly, I acquiesced, allowing the morsel to enter my mouth, only to find him mirroring the action, sharing the same bite.

"Lisa, if I didn't love you, I would've let you walk away without a word," he said, his voice rough and desperate. "I wouldn't care what you felt; I wouldn't bother myself with you knowing my truth. But here I am, Lisa, trying to show you... Can't you see? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, even though I haven't done anything wrong. I've never cheated on you, never played you. How can I make you understand that?"

I looked at him, my chest tightening as I held back the flood of emotions his words stirred in me.

"You're nothing but a fraud, Taehyung," I shot back, my voice trembling with the hurt and betrayal that had built up inside me. "A player who knows exactly how to twist a woman's feelings. How am I supposed to trust you after everything? After all the lies and secrets?"

I wanted to believe him, but every instinct screamed at me to be careful, to protect myself from this man who had my heart tangled in ways I could barely understand.