Taehyung, a well known mafia caused by his brutal past, founds his solace in a goddess ruined by her inner screams.
This a pure fanfiction of a member, taehyung, A dark romance fiction.
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I watched as Taehyung walked away, his movements confident and calculated. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realised I was trapped. Trapped in a web of power and deceit, with no escape.
I turned to Luka, my eyes narrowing. "What have you done?" I hissed.
Luka smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I've secured our future, Alyna. You'll see."
I clenched my fists, trying to contain my anger. "I won't do it," I spat. "I won't marry him."
Luka's smile grew wider. "Oh, but you will," he said. "You have no choice."
I felt a wave of desperation wash over me. I had to escape, had to find a way out of this nightmare.
But as I looked around the room, I realised I was surrounded. Surrounded by people who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
I was alone, and I knew it.
The whispers in my ear seemed to grow louder, more urgent. "Alyna, don't trust him. He's using you."
I spun around, but there was no one there. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I had to think, had to come up with a plan.
And I knew I was in trouble.
I couldn't take it anymore. The room was suffocating me, the faces blurring together in a sea of fake smiles and empty laughter. I needed to escape, to find some solace in the darkness that had become my comfort.
I made my way back to my room, my heart racing with every step. I felt like I was drowning, like the world was closing in on me.
As soon as I locked the door behind me, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived.
The fear and anxiety came flooding back, threatening to consume me whole. I knew I had to do something, to distract myself from the thoughts that were eating away at my mind.
I looked around the room, my eyes settling on the small, silver blade I had hidden away in my drawer. It was my secret, my shame. But it was also my comfort, my escape.
I picked it up, feeling the familiar weight of it in my hand. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I needed the pain, the release it gave me.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I prepared myself for what was to come. The whispers in my ear seemed to grow louder, more urgent, but I tuned them out.
I was in control, or so I thought.
I opened my eyes, staring blankly at the wall as I pressed the blade to my skin. The pain was a welcome distraction, a reminder that I was still alive.
