Timeless Obsession

Ep 39: Understand

Prepare tissue's ;) I cried writing this chapter....

(A little time skip)>(day 130th) (June 3nd)

3rd Person's P.O.V

As Jimin had promised, Winter found herself back in her room. What was once a refuge for rest now felt like a gilded prison, echoing the dejà vu of her earlier captivity by Minju. The room, with its opulent furnishings and golden accents, was a beautiful cage.

Yet, unlike with Minju, Winter couldn't bring herself to hate Jimin.

 Despite the confinement and the pain, her feelings for Jimin were complex and profound. The love she felt made the situation even more excruciating, as it intertwined with her frustration and sadness, creating a tumultuous sea of emotions. The golden cage, while beautiful, only served to amplify the sense of entrapment, making her feelings for Jimin both a comfort and a torment.

Winter walked towards the balcony, her steps heavy with the weight of her confinement. As she stepped out, the sight that met her eyes only deepened her sense of entrapment. A cluster of knights was stationed outside, their presence a clear barrier to any attempt at escape. They stood vigilant, their armor glinting in the light, making it evident that the balcony was no longer a safe haven.

The door to her room, once guarded by two, was now watched over by four guards. Their stern expressions and unyielding postures added to the oppressive atmosphere. The increase in guards was a stark reminder of Jimin's tightening grip, leaving Winter feeling even more isolated and controlled. Each barrier, both physical and emotional, seemed to close in on her, amplifying the sense of being trapped in a beautiful but suffocating cage.

Winter ignored the guards and instead lay down on her bed for the rest of the afternoon. The plush bedding, once a symbol of comfort, now felt like a heavy shroud enveloping her in her solitude. She stared at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

The room's opulence seemed to mock her as she tried to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil. The golden cage around her was both beautiful and confining, amplifying her sense of isolation. The afternoon passed slowly, with Winter's thoughts shifting between memories of freedom, her current imprisonment, and her complicated feelings for Jimin. The heavy silence of the room only deepened her sense of being trapped, both physically and emotionally.

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Winter moved a bit, her eyelashes fluttering briefly before settling once more. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing deep and steady. The room was cloaked in shadows, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains casting delicate patterns on the walls.

As if she were prey, her predator moved silently in the dark. The bed creaked slightly under the shifting weight, the mattress dipping as the figure crawled closer. Each movement was deliberate, the silence of the night amplifying the rustle of fabric and the subtle intake of breath. The predator's eyes gleamed with a predatory glint, focusing intently on the sleeping figure.

 A hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the covers before gripping the edge. The predator advanced, crawling like a hound on the bed, each movement bringing it closer to its target.