𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 [Kim Taehyung FF]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧

"Why don't you help me with the bath, Princess?" Taehyung's voice rang out, a dissonant note hanging in the air.

Fiorella stood frozen, her mind struggling to grasp the audacity of his request. How dare he? Moments earlier, he had interrupted her repeatedly, claiming he had no time to even listen to her. And now, this? The arrogance of the man was beyond belief.

"What does he think of himself? Am I his servant? Am I here to serve him?" Fiorella seethed inwardly, she struggled to control her rising anger, knowing she needed to maintain her composure.

As Taehyung waited for an answer, his gaze fixed ahead, his face was a mask of serene entitlement, a soft grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Breaking the silence, Fiorella spoke,

"Pardon? What did you just say?" Her tone was icy, a clear warning that he should reconsider his words.

Taehyung's shoulders stiffened slightly, but he still did not look at her.

"I don't like to repeat myself," Taehyung said, his voice sharp. It was a command, not an explanation.

Fiorella's blood boiled, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

"Anyways, you're wasting my time. You may go now," Taehyung added

"But I-" she started, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.

"Do what I asked for. Only then will I listen to you," Taehyung interrupted,

His tone was as icy as ever. The teasing soft grin never left his lips.

Fiorella could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, she wanted to scream, to tell him exactly where he could shove his orders, but she knew better. This was a battle she couldn't afford to lose.

With an effort to control her anger, Fiorella inhaled a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll do as you said."

Taehyung couldn't believe what he had just heard. He knew Fiorella was not one to yield to anyone's will, let alone his. If she was agreeing to this, there had to be a significant reason behind it which made him curious,

Fiorella's steps were slow, measured, her anger was visible, but she had chosen not to react.

Finally, she came to a stop near the tub.

Taehyung felt her presence behind him. Her warm, delicate scent mingled with the subtle aroma of rose water that filled the room. The tension between them thickened.

"Are you just going to stand there?"
Taehyung's voice was cold, but beneath the icy voice, there was a hint of something else-a challenge, a dare.

Fiorella's heart pounded wildly in her chest as she slowly sat by the edge of the tub. She was totally aware of how close Taehyung was, the heat of his body seeping into the air around her.

Her pulse quickened, each beat echoing in her ears as she tried to calm herself. The sight of his bare upper body, broad shoulders, muscles and skin glistening with the steam from the bath, was both a distraction and a test of her resolve.

She gulped, unused to such close proximity to him, especially in such a vulnerable state.

Taehyung's low and smooth voice broke the heavy silence "Massage my neck," he commanded.

Fiorella shifted slightly, her fingers hovered just above his skin, hesitant.

Finally, Fiorella's fingers made contact with Taehyung's neck. The moment her fingertips brushed against his skin, a shiver ran down her spine. His skin was warm, the muscles beneath it taut and corded with tension.