"You're not going anywhere," the gruff voice said, as the cold steel of the handcuffs bit into y/n's wrists.
The sudden jolt of the van's engine sent a tremor through y/n's body, and she struggled against the rough fabric of the blindfold, her heart racing with fear.
Who were these people?
What did they want from her?
The last thing she remembered was leaving work, the neon lights of the city blurring into darkness as a strong hand had clamped over her mouth and another had dragged her into the back of a van. Her thoughts raced as the vehicle bumped along the road, the muffled sounds of traffic fading into the distance.
After what felt like an eternity, the van came to a halt. The door slid open, and y/n was yanked out into the cool night air. She stumbled, her legs wobbly from being confined in the cramped space, and was roughly guided forward.
The sound of a heavy door creaking open echoed through the night, and she was pushed inside. The scent of leather and musk filled her nostrils, hinting at an opulent but unwelcoming environment. The hand on her arm tightened, and she was led down a set of stairs, her shoes echoing off the concrete.
The air grew colder, and she could feel the dampness seeping through her clothes. A door slammed shut behind her, and the sound of a lock clicking into place sent a shiver down her spine. Her blindfold was ripped off, and she blinked rapidly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dim lighting.
The bedroom is so romantically lit that it seems like a scene out of a movie, but the tension in the air is as thick as fog. Y/n's eyes widen as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The walls are adorned with velvet tapestries, and the floor is covered in a plush carpet that feels like a cloud beneath her trembling feet. The bed in the center of the room is massive, with silk sheets that whisper a promise of comfort she knows she won't find here.
In the corner, Bangchan sits in a high-backed chair, watching her with a mix of curiosity and something else she can't quite place. His sharp gaze pierces through the shadows, and she can see the intensity in his eyes even from across the room. Leeknow stands next to him, his arms folded over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips.
The other members of the gang are scattered around the space, each one assessing her with a blend of interest and desire. Changbin leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his eyes roving over her in a way that makes her skin crawl. Han sits on the edge of the bed, a predatory glint in his eye. Felix and Hyunjin stand by the door, their expressions unreadable, while Seungmin and Jeogin lounge on a plush sofa, sipping from crystal glasses filled with an amber liquid that glitters in the low light.
"You're going to marry one of us,"
Bangchan says, his voice low and commanding. "And we're going to love you like you've never been loved before."
Y/n's eyes dart from one face to the next, trying to understand the madness unfolding before her. Marry? Love? This couldn't be happening. Her mind screams for a way out, but her body remains frozen in fear.
Leeknow steps forward, his smirk widening as he takes in her panic.
"Choose wisely, little one," he says, his tone taunting. "You're going to be with us for a very long time."
Y/n's breath hitches in her throat, and she takes a step back, her eyes darting around the room for an escape. Her heart thuds against her ribcage like a caged bird desperate to fly.
"Why me?" she manages to choke out, her voice trembling.
Bangchan rises from his chair, his movements fluid and menacing. He prowls closer, and she can feel the heat of his body, the power radiating from him like a force field.
"You, my dear," he says,
his voice a low purr, "are the most beautiful creature we've ever laid eyes on. And we do not let beauty slip through our fingers."
