CHAINED TO YOU

Chapter 1: The Encounter

Sofia stood behind the counter of the small café where she worked, wiping down the surface with a tired hand. It had been another long day of taking orders and serving customers, but Sofia didn’t mind. She found solace in the routine, the simple act of making lattes and serving pastries to strangers. It was a quiet life, one that she had grown used to, but it was far from what she had dreamed about as a child.

Sofia was fragile in more ways than one. At 5’2”, her petite frame and delicate features often made her seem much younger than she was. Her quiet demeanor didn’t help either; she avoided confrontation like the plague, preferring to stay in the background and remain unnoticed. Growing up in a broken home had made her wary of men in particular. The fear she carried inside was a result of years of trauma, and the café had become her safe haven.

But all that changed the moment he walked in.

Jungkook Jeon was a man of few words. At 6’3”, his imposing figure commanded attention the second he entered the café. Dressed in an expensive black suit that fit him like a glove, he exuded power and dominance, making heads turn. His sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, and perfectly styled hair were impossible to ignore. People whispered his name, but they didn’t dare approach him.

Sofia, lost in her own world behind the counter, barely noticed him at first. She was wiping down a mug when she felt the weight of someone’s gaze on her. Glancing up, her eyes met his, and her heart skipped a beat. There was something predatory in the way he looked at her, as if he had already claimed her before even speaking a word.

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he walked up to the counter. He didn’t order anything. He didn’t have to. His presence alone was enough to make the café fall into an eerie silence. Sofia felt her hands trembling slightly as she struggled to keep herself composed.

“Are you going to serve me?” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with something dangerous.

Sofia blinked, momentarily thrown off by the intensity of his presence. “S-Sorry. What can I get you?” she stammered, barely able to maintain eye contact.

Jungkook smirked. He was used to people being afraid of him. In fact, he thrived on it. “A black coffee. No sugar.”

She nodded quickly, turning to make his drink, her fingers fumbling with the machine. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, burning into her back like a hot iron. It was as if he was memorizing every little detail about her, and it made her feel naked, exposed.

Once the coffee was ready, she turned back around, placing it on the counter in front of him. “Here you go.”

Jungkook didn’t touch the cup. Instead, he continued to stare at her, his smirk growing wider. “What’s your name?”

Sofia swallowed, her mouth dry. “S-Sofia.”

He repeated her name slowly, as if testing the way it felt on his tongue. “Sofia… it suits you.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that. Instead, she gave him a small, polite nod and attempted to step away from the counter, eager to escape his gaze. But Jungkook wasn’t done with her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’ll be seeing you again, Sofia,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine, and for a moment, she felt trapped.

Before she could respond, he released her wrist and walked out of the café, leaving her standing there, her heart racing in her chest. Sofia had no idea what had just happened, but one thing was clear—this man was not someone she wanted to cross paths with again.

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### **Three Weeks Later**

It had been three weeks since Jungkook had first walked into the café, but Sofia hadn’t been able to forget him. His dark eyes haunted her dreams, and she found herself looking over her shoulder more often than not. She had hoped that their brief encounter had been a one-time thing, but deep down, she knew that wasn’t the case. There was something in the way he had spoken to her, the way he had looked at her, that told her he wasn’t finished with her.

She was right.

One evening, after closing the café, Sofia began her walk home, her thoughts clouded with exhaustion. It was late, the streets empty save for the occasional passing car. She had always felt safe in her routine, but tonight felt different. There was a sense of unease in the air, a feeling that she couldn’t quite shake.

As she turned the corner onto the dimly lit street leading to her apartment, Sofia froze. Parked just ahead of her was a sleek black car, its engine running. A man leaned against the side, smoking a cigarette. He looked up when he saw her, and Sofia’s blood ran cold. It was him. Jungkook.

He pushed off the car and started walking toward her, his eyes locked on hers. Panic flooded Sofia’s body, and she did the only thing she could think of—she ran.

But she didn’t get far.

Jungkook was faster, his long legs easily closing the distance between them. Within seconds, his hand clamped around her arm, yanking her back against his chest. Sofia gasped, struggling to free herself, but it was no use. He was too strong.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Let me go!” she cried, her voice trembling with fear.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. “I told you, Sofia. You’re mine. You can’t run from me.”

Without another word, he pulled her toward the car, forcing her inside. The door slammed shut, trapping her in the leather seat. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what was happening. This wasn’t just a chance encounter. He had been waiting for her. He had planned this.

The drive to his mansion was silent, except for the sound of Sofia’s shallow breathing. She stared out the window, watching the city blur past her, her mind racing with fear. Where was he taking her? What was he going to do to her?

When the car finally pulled up in front of an enormous gated estate, Sofia’s heart sank. She had heard rumors about Jungkook’s wealth and power, but seeing it firsthand was overwhelming. The mansion loomed before her like a fortress, its tall gates locking her in.

Jungkook stepped out of the car and opened the door for her, his hand extending toward her. “Come,” he commanded.

Sofia hesitated, her body trembling with fear. She didn’t want to go with him, but what choice did she have? Slowly, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her from the car.

He led her inside the mansion, the door shutting behind them with a heavy thud. Sofia’s breath