𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘: 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 || 𝗞𝗧𝗛

Eight

♡

Taehyung

I sat in my office, poring over the file Jungkook had delivered to me, each detail painting a vivid picture of Eva Lee. Her likes, her dislikes, her every preference laid bare before me. But what caught my attention most was the revelation of her crush - none other than Park Jimin, her sister Hana's boyfriend. A smirk played at my lips as I considered the possibilities, the pieces of my plan falling into place with precision.

"Boss, the campus has been trying to reach you for your speech," Jungkook's voice broke through the silence of Taehyung's office. Taehyung glanced up, a predatory glint in his eyes as he met Jungkook's gaze. "Tell them yes," he instructed with a smirk. "It seems fate has brought us to Dove's doorstep once more."

...

As now I sat in the head's office, the gun twirling between my fingers, anticipation coiled like a serpent in my chest. The plan was set in motion, and all that remained was for Eva to walk through that door and into my grasp.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, and I tensed, every sense on high alert as the door creaked open. There she stood, frozen in the doorway, her breath catching as her gaze landed on me.

"Eva," I murmured, relishing the way her name rolled off my tongue like a whispered promise. It had been too long since I'd seen her, too long since I'd felt the fire of desire burning between us.

Her attempt to maintain composure was futile, her fear palpable in the air as she met my gaze. But beneath the surface, I sensed a flicker of something else - desire, perhaps, or maybe it was just resignation.

"What do you want, Mr. Kim?" she asked, her voice betraying the tremor of fear that ran through her. It only fueled the fire burning within me, igniting a hunger that threatened to consume us both.

A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned closer, "Its Taehyung for you, Dove. Don't make me feel old." The scent of her perfume intoxicating, a delicate fragrance that stirred memories of freshly bloomed red roses. Just like her, delicate like the soft petals yet fierce like its thorns.

"Now now What were you saying? Right, what do I want?" I echoed, my voice low and dangerous. "I want you, Eva. All of you."

Her protest fell on deaf ears as I closed the distance between us, my grip on her waist tightening with possessive intent. The desperation in her voice only spurred me on, driving me to claim her as my own in a way that left no room for doubt.

"You've got the wrong person," she insisted, her voice trembling with defiance. But I knew better. I remembered everything about that night, every whispered confession, every stolen touch.

"Perhaps you've forgotten," I replied, my voice dripping with menace. "But I'll be more than happy to remind you."

With that, I pulled her towards me, relishing the way her body yielded to mine, her back pressed against the edge of the desk. She gasped as I pressed against her, our proximity igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.