The atmosphere of the party shifted as soft music filled the air, coaxing couples to the dance floor beneath the grand chandelier. Laughter and whispers enveloped them, the sound of clinking glasses and chatter blending into a harmonious backdrop. Jungkook's gaze remained locked on Jangfei, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and a touch of something more primal.

"We have to dance," he said, his voice commanding.

Jangfei felt a rush of nerves flood through her. "But I don't know how to dance," she replied, her heart racing.

"You have to, wifey. There's no other choice left," he insisted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Jangfei squirmed, feeling the heat radiate from his body as he drew her closer. The proximity was overwhelming; she could feel every muscle in his chest pressing against her, and the raw intensity of his presence sent shivers down her spine.

"But—" she began, but the words caught in her throat as he took her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

His grip was firm, almost possessive, and she found herself pressed against him, the air around them thickening with tension. The moment their bodies connected, something ignited inside her—a mix of exhilaration and trepidation.

The music swelled, enveloping them, and she felt his hand splay across the small of her back, guiding her movements as if he were a master sculptor molding her into his creation. She could feel the primal energy radiating from him, the way he controlled every step with an effortless dominance that both thrilled and terrified her.

"You need to follow my lead," he said, his voice low and commanding, devoid of any comforting words. It was as if he reveled in the power he held over her, and Jangfei's body responded instinctively to his every move, even as her mind fought against it.

With each sway, each subtle pull, the world around them faded into the background. The elegance of the museum, the grandeur of the event, even the other couples faded away. It was just the two of them, locked in a dance that felt both intoxicating and dangerous.

His touch was electric, and she could feel her body responding to him in ways she had never anticipated. It was as if he was igniting a fire within her, one that flickered with the promise of something more. She struggled to focus on the rhythm of the music, but Jungkook's presence overwhelmed her senses.

"Stop squirming," he growled, his breath warm against her ear as he tightened his grip. "Let go and just move with me."

She obeyed, but the primal instinct to resist lingered. The tension between them was thick, suffocating, and she could sense his struggle beneath the surface—a fierce battle between the devil that demanded control and the man who wanted to surrender to something deeper.

The music swelled, and as they danced, Jangfei felt his body shift closer, the intensity of his gaze piercing through her defenses. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his brow furrowed slightly as if he hated the fact that he craved her touch so desperately.

In that moment, she was both terrified and exhilarated, caught in a whirlwind of emotions she didn't know how to process. Jungkook, the dominating devil before her, was drawing her in, and she found herself wanting to give in, to lose herself in this intoxicating dance between them.

"Just follow my lead," he repeated, his tone brooking no argument, and Jangfei realized she had no choice but to surrender to the rhythm of the night, to the heat that simmered just beneath the surface between them.

The dance floor pulsed with a vibrant energy, couples twirling under the dimmed lights of the lavish Italian ballroom. The air was thick with laughter and the soft clinking of glasses, but for Jungkook, the atmosphere shifted in an instant. He caught sight of her—Kang Mi Rae—spinning effortlessly in the arms of a tall, imposing Russian man. Her laughter cut through the noise like a sharp blade, a sound that once brought him joy now pierced his heart with a sense of betrayal.

He could see her vividly—Kang Mi Rae, with her delicate features and playful smile. He remembered how they had shared stolen kisses under the moonlight, how she had looked at him as if he was the only man in the world. But that love had turned sour, transformed by her betrayal. "You're too stupid-to believe that i loved you ," she had declared while laughing one fateful evening, her tone a mix of sarcasm and betrayal. The look in her eyes, once filled with affection, was now cold as she walked away, left him standing alone, shattered and heartbroken.

"How could she?"The question echoed in his mind as he watched her, the way she radiated joy, her eyes sparkling with a new thrill in the company of another. The devastation crashed over him like a tidal wave, and rage bubbled beneath the surface. He turned back to Jangfei, still clinging to her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

Jangfei looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and concern, but all Jungkook could see was the reminder of what he had lost. Without thinking, he crushed his lips against hers, the kiss erupting from a deep, primal need for connection. It was a kiss that demanded possession, a desperate attempt to silence the memories of Kang Mi Rae dancing with another man.

The kiss was hard and fierce, igniting a fire within him that burned away the hurt. He felt her surprise, the way her breath hitched as he pulled her closer, lifting her effortlessly against him. His grip tightened around her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he felt the warmth radiating from her skin, intoxicating him.

Jangfei's body reacted instinctively to his touch, but Jungkook was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. He poured every ounce of his anger and heartache into that kiss, devouring her like a beast starved for affection. She squirmed against him, soft mewls escaping her lips as he dominated the moment, forcing her to yield to his urgency.

His heart raced, a chaotic rhythm that echoed the turmoil inside him. Each brush of their lips sent electric shocks through his body, the taste of her igniting a hunger he hadn't realized he had. It was more than a kiss; it was a declaration, a possessive claim that shouted to the world that he had moved on.

The music around them faded into oblivion as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce dance of passion and desperation. Jangfei's hands found their way to his shoulders, clinging tightly as if anchoring herself to him, and Jungkook reveled in the sensation of her body pressed against his. He felt the heat radiating off her, and the primal urge within him only intensified.

In that moment, he became the devil, and she was his unwitting salvation. The bitterness of his past, the sharp edge of his heartbreak, all melted away as he lost himself in her. The ballroom faded, the laughter and chatter became mere whispers, and all that mattered was the taste of her lips and the warmth of her body against his.

As he pulled her even closer, he felt a sense of power surge through him. He was reclaiming what was his, asserting his dominance, and it felt exhilarating. With every kiss, he was not just trying to forget Kang Mi Rae; he was forging a new reality with Jangfei—a reality where he was in control.

The dance of devils had begun, a whirlwind of passion fueled by revenge, and he had no intention of stopping.