"WED TO WOUND" : vengeful ties/21+/ KTH

chapter:17

The room that Yn stepped into was a stark contrast to the suffocating aura of the mansion. It was beautiful, in a dark and haunting way, black and deep burgundy tones draped the walls, with simple yet elegant decor. But it wasn't the kind of beauty that felt comforting. It was cold, dangerous, like Taehyung himself.

As Yn walked in, her steps were heavy. She wanted nothing more than to escape the chaos, to change out of the suffocating gown she was in, and maybe, just maybe, find a shred of peace. But when she looked around, Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. Relief washed over her, knowing she had a few moments to herself.

Meanwhile, outside on the terrace, Taehyung stood leaning against the railing, the cool breeze hitting his hair as he puffed on a cigarette. His gaze was distant, staring out over the cityscape, but his mind was restless. Yn was proving to be far more distracting than he'd expected. She was supposed to be a pawn in his revenge, a way to tear down his brother and feed the darkness in his soul. But every time he looked at her, that familiar heat stirred within him. His hand tightened on the railing as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, shaking his head to clear the thoughts.

Taehyung muttering under his breath, trying to convince himself. "She's just here so I can hurt her. Nothing else."

He crushed the cigarette under his boot and turned back to the room, pushing the thoughts away. There was no room for weakness in this plan.

Inside, Yn stood in front of the mirror, trying to unzip her gown. Her hands fumbled with the fabric, her mind spinning with anxiety. She glanced nervously over her shoulder, hoping Taehyung wouldn't return before she could change. But as she tugged at the zipper, she felt it, a cold hand trailing down her back.

Her body stiffened in an instant, her heart hammering in her chest. Déjà vu. The same terror she'd felt in the dressing room when she encountered Taehyung while selectingher wedding outfit. She flinched and instinctively backed away, but there he was, his gaze piercing her with that same dark intensity.

He had reappeared without a sound. Taehyung's steps were slow, deliberate, like a predator cornering his prey. Yn tried to move back. But these was no way out. She hit the wall, her back pressed against the cold surface as Taehyung closed the distance between them.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his body pressing against hers, his chest against her back, his hot breath on her neck. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. A shiver ran down her spine as a jolt of discomfort and something unknown coursed through her.

Her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Taehyung...let me go… please…"

But he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, his hands tightened around her waist, locking her in place as his lips found the nape of her neck, biting down harshly. The sharp sensation made Yn gasp, her body reacting with a mix of fear and confusion. She struggled against him, trying to free herself, but his hold only grew more possessive.

His voice low, cold, and commanding, whispering in her ear. "Stay still. I don’t need any drama right now."

Yn's body froze at his words, the threat in his tone unmistakable. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t dare. She felt his lips continue their assault on her neck, kissing, biting, sucking, each action leaving painful marks. Her heart raced, a combination of fear and helplessness consuming her. She didn't want this, but she didn't have the strength to fight him off.

Suddenly, he spun her around to face him. YNs eyes, wide with fear and glistening with unshed tears, locked onto his. For a brief moment, something flickered in Taehyung's dark gaze, a glimpse of softness. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by cold detachment. His hand shot up to her jaw, gripping it tightly as he pulled her face toward him.