I awaken with a disorienting haze, my surroundings a blurry blend of shadows and dim light. My wrists ache, and I realize they're bound by something cold and unyielding.
Panic creeps in as I try to make sense of the situation. The air is heavy with an unfamiliar scent, and the distant echoes hint at a vast, unknown space.
Tied up, vulnerable, and clueless. The details of what unfolded before this elude me and my attempts to recall are useless.
As I struggle against the confining restraints, a creaking sound disrupts the heavy silence. The door swings open slowly, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A chill runs down my spine as the dim light barely reveals the features of a person dressed in attire that could be fit for a servant.
His fierce eyes meet mine with a mix of curiosity and detachment, as if my presence is just another task in a long list of duties. A slow, deliberate step forward breaks the silence, and they carry an air of silent authority. The unfamiliar scent in the room intensifies as they approach, and I can't help but feel a tingling unease.
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The servant's gaze remains fixed on me, and with an air of formality, they finally break the silence. "She's awake, master," their voice resonates, carrying a weight that sends a shiver through me. The ominous acknowledgment lingers in the room, leaving more questions in its wake.
As the door creaks open wider, another figure steps into the dim light. Adorned in a mixture of modern and timeless attire, he enters the room with an effortless grace. His eyes lock onto mine. His looks were one of a kind and captivating, yet his aura gave me a slight sense of fear.
The servant steps aside, a silent retreat back into the shadows, leaving me alone with this man. His presence commands the room, and my heart races as he proceeds to look me up and down. Studying my every feature.
His eyes, dark pools of mystery, then narrow as his attention fixates on my neck.
A mixture of confusion and unease clouds my thoughts as his focus lingers there. I shift uncomfortably, the weight of his gaze feeling like a physical presence.
He then grabs my arm and pulls himself towards me, his movements possessing an almost supernatural fluidity. His nose grazes down the exposed vein on my wrist, and for a moment, time itself seems to stretch. His face darkens, he appears to hold himself back from something.
A charged tension hangs in the air as he inhales deeply, the proximity sparking an awareness of his otherworldly nature. Despite the restraint he exhibits, a hunger simmers in his gaze, revealing the primal instincts of navigating the thin line between desire and restraint.
Suddenly, he releases my arm, breaking the spell, and the room exhales as if holding its breath. He then straightens, his features regaining composure, though the lingering intensity in his eyes remains.
Without breaking eye contact, he finally speaks, his voice a velvety whisper that echos through the room. "I want this one."
The weight of his words settles over me like a heavy fog, and my pulse quickens with a mix of uncertainty and a subtle thrill.
The air becomes charged with an unspoken understanding, and the servant, having lingered in the shadows, nods in silent acknowledgment. But his gaze never wavers as he declares his desire, and I find myself caught in the gravity of his decision.
A subtle smirk plays on his lips as he takes a step back, the air around him crackling with an intriguing mixture of charisma and mystery. The servant moves forward, their expression stoic as they start to untie the restraints on my wrists, releasing me from the cold embrace of captivity.
He takes a moment before finally breaking the silence again. "I take it your name is Y/N?"
I nod, a sense of vulnerability settling in as he seems to read more than just my name.
A momentary pause ensues, filled with unspoken tension, before his lips curl into another smirk. "My name is Jimin. Park Jimin."
