"A mystical room, hidden from time, holds a secrets-keeping book. Penned by a prince who trusted magic for his mate, its pages whisper tales of his eternal love, his heart beating solely for his destined partner. 'So now you're reading this, my dear...
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"You know why you're here, Harin," he said, his voice was low, dripping with mockery. "Don't act so clueless."
I swallowed hard, my heart was pounding in my chest. "No, my prince," I managed to say, though my voice came out quieter than I intended.
His smirk deepened. "My prince, huh? Such obedience... but your eyes betray you."
I stayed silent, I was trying to keep my breathing steady. He released his grip on my chin and took a step back, still watching me closely. The tension in the room was suffocating, each second was stretching out painfully.
"You must hate this," he mused, his tone was soft but menacing. "Hate being here, hate me. And yet, here you are, standing before me. Powerless."
I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to control the anger bubbling inside me. Powerless... is that what he wants me to feel?
"I have tasks for you," he continued, "But don't think for a second that you're just a servant here. No... you're even less than that, I mean for me. A pawn in a game." He leaned in closer, his breath was hot, hitting against my face. "And I control the board."
I gritted my teeth, every fiber of my being wanted to shout back, but I knew better. Any defiance would only fuel his sadistic satisfaction.
"Why do you hate me?" I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper. It was a question I hadn't planned to ask, but it slipped out before I could stop myself.
Taehyung paused, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossed his face, but it was gone just as quickly. He chuckled, the sound was dark and hollow.
"Why do I hate you?" he repeated, as if tasting the words. "Hate is a strong feeling, Harin. But I don't think you deserve it either." His eyes darkened, the smirk was fading as a colder expression was taking over.
I stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond to that. Fuck you!
"So, Princess..." I froze, "You know, I'm a man of my words..." he turned around coming towards me again, Stay there! I don't need you here... closer.
"Remember," he said, his tone was now low and dangerous, "you don't control your fate here. I do."
I clenched my jaw and nodded. "Yes, my prince," I said, my voice was steady but filled with quiet determination. Like I would let you anymore... waiting for me to bow down gradually? never! I'll be the one in control...
"First of all..." Taehyung said, turning abruptly towards his bed and without any warning, he grabbed the pillows and tossed them aside, then ripped off the bedsheet and threw it carelessly into the corner.
