*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
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Before I could complete my words, Taehyung’s cold, commanding voice echoed through the grand halls of the mansion, “Without a moment’s hesitation, vacate this mansion,” he said, his words carrying the weight of a decree. “My wife and I are the sole exceptions. Seal the exits and ensure not a single soul dares to breach these walls until I allow it.”
The air grew thick with the scent of fear and uncertainty, the kind that clung to the back of my throat and made it difficult for me to breathe. My gaze flickered over the sea of faces as they hurriedly exited the grand mansion, their footsteps echoing through the opulent hallways like the beating of a thousand drums.
I couldn’t help but notice the stark terror etched on Hyeon and Liam’s faces as their eyes briefly met mine. I felt a knot of anxiety coil in my stomach, the tension palpable enough to cut with a knife. My heart hammered in my chest, the rhythm echoing through my body like the steady beat of a war drum.
As the last of his men walked out, the grandiose doors slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the now-silent halls. I felt the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze upon me, his dark eyes bore into me, and I could almost see the embers of his anger burning and getting hotter with each passing second. The mask of his usual stoic demeanour slipped, revealing the tempest beneath. He was like a coiled snake, ready to strike at any given moment.
“Taehyung—” I murmured, the sound of his name barely escaping my trembling lips as his dark eyes seemed to deepen in colour, the red tint growing more prominent. The room held its breath as I stood there, our gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
The air crackled with tension as we continued to stare at one another, the anger in his gaze was unmistakable, but there was something else, something deeper, something that sent a tremor of fear through me.
He rose from the couch with the grace of a panther, each step towards me calculated, filling me with a mix of anticipation and dread. His movements are a silent symphony of power and control, and I found myself transfixed, unable to look away.
When he was close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath, his gloved hand snapped up to cradle my chin, tilting my head back so that I was forced to stare into the abyss of his pupils. His grip was firm and painful, a silent declaration of power. “I shouldn’t let you stay in my life,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous caress that sent a shiver through my body. The proximity was intoxicating, and for a moment, I was lost in his gaze, the room around us fading into the background.
“What do you mean?” The question barely had time to leave my lips before Taehyung’s hand moved from my chin to my throat, his eyes closing briefly. The sudden warmth of his skin against mine sent a jolt through my body, and before I could react, his lips were on mine.
