𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 [Kim Taehyung FF]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

"How dare you come here?" Taehyung's jaw clenched as he spoke, his voice a low growl reverberating through the dimly lit room. He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze unwavering and intense, filled with a cold fury that sent chills down Fiorella's spine.

Fiorella, pinned tightly against the cold stone wall, could feel the heat of his body pressing against her. She was too terrified to utter a word.

"Huh? Answer me!" he demanded, his frustration palpable. His breath was hot against her face, each word laced with venom.

"L-Leave me," she stammered, struggling to break free from his iron grip. Her heart raced, and her mind screamed at her to flee, but her body was paralyzed with fear.

"Who gave you the permission to come here? And to look at my stuff, huh?" he snarled, his anger flaring. His grip tightened, and Fiorella could feel the bruises forming under his fingertips.

Gathering all her courage, Fiorella pushed him with full force. "I didn't want to come here, not even into this room, not even into your palace! You're the one who kept me here, locked me in this prison, and now you're saying this?" she shouted, her voice rising in defiance. "Just let me go then! Let me go back to my home, free me from your torture!"

Taehyung's eyes flashed with fury as he gripped her arms even harder. The pain was excruciating, and she winced as his fingers dug into her skin. His eyes, now a deep, dangerous red, bore into hers with a cold, unyielding intensity.

"You are here because I want it," he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "And you are not going anywhere unless I want it. Do not roam around the palace without maids, and never come into this room again if you don't want to face the consequences."

His gaze was icy, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at her down. The sheer force of his presence , a dark aura that seemed to suck the air from the room. Fiorella's hatred for him burned in her eyes, but she knew she was no match for his strength. She tried desperately to free herself from his grip, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, Taehyung released her arms, shoving her away. "LEAVE," he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper that cut through the silence like a knife.

Without wasting a moment, Fiorella bolted from the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mixture of relief and lingering fear, her mind racing as she fled. The terror of Taehyung's wrath loomed over her like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of her captivity.

At the Busan Palace, King Park Jimin stood in the open garden area, practising his rifle shooting. The serene setting contrasted sharply with the intensity of his concentration. As he aimed at the target, the bullet released from his rifle, slicing through the air with a sharp crack, and striking the centre mark with accuracy. A proud smirk curved his lips, a small yet significant acknowledgment of his unmatched skill.