"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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In that moment, Taehyung's thoughts suddenly turned to Isabella. A wave of worry washed over him, and without a second thought, he found himself rushing towards the hall. The sense of impending danger heightened his actions, and he wasted no time in making his way towards the gathering.
Taehyung's heart sank as he stood at the entrance of the hall, watching it burn before him. The flames danced menacingly, casting an eerie glow in the dark. As Ji-woon and Samarah emerged, escorted by their guards, Taehyung's eyes widened in shock.
Taehyung's gaze darted anxiously around the smoky and chaotic scene, desperately searching for Isabella. His heart pounded in his chest as worry and fear surged through him. He scanned the area urgently, hoping to catch a glimpse of her among the panicked guests and staff.
Taehyung's gaze shifted to Ji-woon and Samarah as they made their way to the garden, looking for fresher air. But his concern had already shifted to Isabella. He quickly rushed towards Soo-min, and with a sense of urgency, he asked her the burning question on his mind, "Where's Isabella?"
Soo-min responded with concern, her voice tinged with worry. "I've been looking for her as well." She paused for a moment, her mind recalling the last time she had seen Isabelle. "But the last time I saw her, she was still inside the hall."
Taehyung's eyes widened in shock upon hearing Soo-min's words. He was about to take action when she grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. With a desperate look, Soo-min asked him, "Are you mad? Where are you going?" Taehyung met her gaze, his eyes filled with anger and determination. Shee spoke firmly, "They said she wasn't there; otherwise, they would have let her out with them."
Taehyung locked eyes with Soo-min, his expression resolute. He clenched his jaw and spoke firmly, "I don't trust them." With a sharp movement, he yanked his hand away from her grip. Without a moment's pause, Taehyung turned and made his way back into the burning hall, determined to find Isabella.
The tension in the air was palpable as Taehyung pushed through the smoke and debris, his heart racing. The flames licked at the edges of his vision, but he couldn't afford to hesitate. Isabella was in there somewhere, and he wouldn't rest until he found her.
As he moved deeper into the inferno, Taehyung's mind raced. Why had Isabella stayed behind? What had she been thinking? He replayed their last meet—the way she had looked at him, the intimate moment they had, the way she surrendered herself to him. There was something between them, a connection that defied logic. And now, it was driving him forward, urging him to keep going even when the heat threatened to consume him.
He stumbled over fallen beams and broken furniture, calling out Isabella's name. The smoke made it hard to breathe, but he pressed on. He couldn't lose her—not now, not ever.
As the flames consumed the building behind them, Taehyung vowed to protect Isabella, no matter the cost. Their love was forged in fire, and nothing could extinguish it now.
