Taehyung Pov
Driving back home, the sweetness of our second kiss still lingering, I was all set to unleash my irritation on the person who had interrupted us. However, my righteous fury evaporated when I saw it was a call from Eomma, concerned about our delayed return.
Surprisingly, the dinner date wasn't ruined by the interruption; instead, it became an exchange of shy smiles and loving glances, deepening the connection between us.
Upon reaching home, I stole a glance at my dear companion, only to find her peacefully asleep, her head leaning against the window. Contemplating waking her, I decided against it, letting her rest in the quiet embrace of slumber.
Exiting the car, I gravitate towards her side, opening the door with a gentle touch. Leaning down, I delicately graze my nose against her cheek, a subtle gesture that prompts a shiver in her sleep. The effect she unknowingly exhibits never fails to bring a smirk to my lips.
Savoring the moment of admiration—though it's never enough—I decide to carry her in a bridal embrace. Signaling the driver to park, I carefully stride towards our room. Maid after maid bows in acknowledgment, but I remain indifferent to their presence.
Gently laying her on the bed, a fleeting realization strikes—her attire isn't conducive to peaceful sleep. Swiftly, I remove her coat and proceed to take off her boots. However, as my fingers graze her thigh, an unexpected surge of desire overwhelms me. Leaning down, I find myself pressing kisses along the exposed skin, from her knees down to her ankles.
My breath turns heavy, a sudden surge of desire demanding control. Closing my eyes momentarily, I steer myself away, retreating towards the bathroom to regain composure.
Returning with a bowl of water and a cloth in hand, I settle beside her peacefully sleeping form. Wrung in water, the cloth becomes a gentle tool as I begin the process of wiping her face, neck, and legs. No hint of perverted thoughts crosses my mind—just a tender, caring gesture to ensure her comfort in restful slumber.
As she stirs in her sleep, I respond with a tender kiss to her ear, accompanied by whispered sweet words. The gentle gestures lull her back into tranquility, ceasing the restlessness.
Ensuring her comfort, I head to the bathroom for a quick, refreshing cold shower. Emerging with only sweatpants, as shirts seem needlessly uncomfortable for sleep, I hasten under the covers.
Gently gripping her waist, I pull her towards me, tracing every feature as if committing them to memory—cherishing each curve, each detail—capturing the essence of her in the quiet moments before sleep claims us.
Bringing my face closer to hers, I sensually rub my neck along her cheekbone, savoring the intoxicating fragrance she exudes. The sweet scent becomes a captivating allure, and I can't resist the temptation.
Peppering kisses along her neck, I delicately suck on a certain area, immediately soothing it with gentle kisses when she wriggles in her sleep. The dance of affection continues, a silent exchange of love and desire in the stillness of the night.
Reluctantly, I pull my face away, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Retrieving it, I open the camera app, capturing a snapshot of my dear. Each photo becomes a cherished addition to my collection—a visual narrative of our shared moments.
In the digital realms of my phone, I've amassed a trove of her pictures—capturing her essence in moments of mundane routines, social gatherings, and the highs and lows of various occasions. Each photo tells a tale, a visual journey of her life before she became mine.
Before she entered my life, I'd find solace in staring at these pictures, a feeble attempt to quench the thirst within and pacify the beast that resided in me. Now, the dynamic has shifted. No longer confined to the boundaries of a contractual relationship, I can hold her, gaze into her eyes, kiss her, hug her, and protect her without hesitation.
The transition from a mere contract husband to her life partner is palpable. Though the notion of a contract never truly existed, the shift in our connection is profound. Even if she were to entertain the thought of leaving me in the future, it would be a futile endeavor—there's no contract to sever, just the unspoken bond of a husband and his wife.
From the age of ten, her image lingered in the recesses of my mind, an indelible imprint that time failed to erase. At that tender age of six, she displayed an audacious fearlessness, stepping in to rescue me from the clutches of bullying tormentors. Little did she know that her act of kindness would set the stage for a much darker narrative.
Returning home that fateful day, I wasted no time in deploying my network of servants to unveil the mysteries shrouding her existence. Days later, I possessed a dossier brimming with every iota of information about her.
Over the years, I've watched her every move, a silent observer orchestrating the sinister ballet of control. Now, as she stands before me, blissfully unaware, her calm and innocent countenance belies the tumultuous storm within me—an obsession that transcends the facade of a seemingly composed businessman.
Yet, I guard my true self with meticulous precision, ensuring the veil of normalcy shields her from the disturbing reality that resides beneath. Unveiling my authentic self to her would be an act of cruelty, a revelation that could shatter the delicate innocence she holds, leaving my poor, unsuspecting victim traumatized in the wake of my insidious desires.
Label me a villain if you must, but just like the moon with its unseen side, my love has its own darkness. It's only fair that my affection bears shades that others might deem sinister, hidden beneath the surface but undeniable in its existence.
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Obsessed Allegiance: A Mafia's First Love"
Fanfiction"Kim Taehyung falls for Y/N, but as their love deepens, it spirals into obsession. Will she return his affection, even after discovering his dangerous secret as a mafia member?" Started at:19 November 2021 Ended:??
