Silent Vows (Boylove)

Chapter 11

Minwoo pinned Daehan to the bed and chuckled, "You're a feisty one... but don't waste your energy..." He tied Daehan's mouth and limbs tightly with the ropes he had brought.

"Mmmmffff," Daehan whimpered, tears streaming down his face as he struggled in vain.

With a cruel grin, Minwoo grabbed the front of Daehan's robes and violently pulled them open, exposing his chest, which was tightly bound with a padded cloth. Daehan's sobs grew more frantic, his heart pounding in despair.

Minwoo's eyes widened in shock, raising a brow as he took in the sight. "What on earth is this?" he muttered, dumbfounded. He seized the cloth binding Daehan's chest and ripped it off, revealing the flat, masculine chest beneath. The revelation stunned him even further.

Daehan struggled against his bonds, whimpering desperately, "Mmmmphhhh," his entire body trembling with fear.

For a moment, Minwoo simply stared at Daehan in disbelief, before a wicked laugh erupted from him. "My, my... a pretty boy, hmm?" he jeered, his rough hand cruelly caressing Daehan's chest. "Youngjae is going to be furious... you've deceived him, not only pretending to be a princess but hiding the fact that you're a man..." He laughed louder, the realization delighting him. "This also means Youngjae hasn't touched you yet... he hasn't consummated the marriage." A dark smirk spread across his face as he leaned down, his voice a venomous whisper, "Good for me... a pure, untouched beauty... and it doesn't matter to me if you're a man or a woman. All I want is to possess whatever Youngjae holds dear..."

With a twisted grin, Minwoo began to undo the rest of Daehan's robe, intent on claiming what he believed was rightfully his. But suddenly, he froze, his fingers halting mid-action as the sound of footsteps and muffled voices echoed from the corridor outside Daehan's chambers. His eyes widened in alarm, the reality of being caught crashing down on him.

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Sangwoo and Youngjae walked down the dimly lit corridors, their steps echoing softly as Sangwoo whispered, "Well... I'm glad that went well, and we gathered enough evidence."

Youngjae nodded, his expression serious. "However, protect the evidence with your life. We cannot afford to lose it before we get the chance to reveal everything."

Sangwoo nodded in agreement. "Yes, my prince. You shall rest now... I'll take my leave." He bowed and departed.

Youngjae made his way toward Daehan's chambers, his thoughts focused on the mission they had just completed. As he pushed open the door, he was met with an unexpected sight—Daehan, panting and his robe disheveled, his wide eyes fixed on the open window. A wave of worry washed over Youngjae, and he quickly moved to sit beside Daehan, who flinched slightly at the sudden presence.

"You're still awake?" Youngjae asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he gently held Daehan's chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. He noticed the tear stains on Daehan's cheeks and frowned, wiping them away with his thumb. "What happened?"

Daehan gulped, his heart racing. He knew he couldn't tell Youngjae the truth about what had just transpired. Instead, he gestured, "I had a nightmare."

Youngjae studied him for a moment, his eyes searching Daehan's for any sign of deceit, but all he saw was fear and vulnerability. Gently, he began to rub Daehan's back in soothing circles. "It's okay... you're safe now," he reassured him, his voice calm and comforting. He reached for a glass of water on the table and offered it to Daehan.

With trembling hands, Daehan accepted the glass and took small sips, trying to steady his breath.

Youngjae nodded, watching him closely. "I'll be in my chambers," he said, standing up to leave. But as he turned, he felt a soft tug on his hand. He turned back to see Daehan's pleading eyes staring up at him, filled with a silent request.