Jungkook's eyes glistened in the dim light, his breath steady, his chest rising and falling with a calm that belied the storm inside him. He looked down at Lisa, her small frame nestled tightly against him, her fragile body barely taking up any space beside his. She was so light, so delicate, that sometimes he felt like she might break if he held her too tightly. But that fragility only made him want to protect her more—to shield her from the world, to keep her all to himself.
Because she belonged to him. And no one else would ever be allowed to come between them.
As he lay there, holding her close, Jungkook let his hand trail down her back, feeling the soft, smooth skin under his fingertips. She stirred slightly, her tiny hands still clutching her plush toys, her face serene, untouched by the darkness that filled his thoughts. He loved her like this—innocent, unaware, trusting. Her disorder made her mind so pure, so malleable. She would never question him, never doubt his love for her. In her eyes, he was her savior, her protector.
Her owner.
“Lili,” he whispered again, his voice low and husky as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” His words were soft but carried a weight, a darkness that seemed to seep into the very air around them. Lisa let out a sleepy sigh, her head tilting up slightly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze.
“Yes, Kookie,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, as soft and light as a breeze. Her fair skin seemed to glow under the faint moonlight filtering in through the curtains, and Jungkook felt a surge of possessiveness swell within him.
“Good girl,” he breathed, his hand tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer. He couldn’t help but admire how easily she fit into his arms, how her small, doll-like body seemed made to be held by him. Lisa shifted slightly, her cheek pressing against his chest, her breathing soft and steady again as she drifted back to sleep.
Jungkook’s grip tightened, just for a moment, as a dark thought crept into his mind. What if someone tried to take her away from him? What if her parents, her family, decided they wanted her back? The idea sent a flash of anger through him, his jaw clenching as his eyes darkened.
No. That would never happen. Lisa was his now. Completely. No one else could have her. No one else could care for her like he did. They wouldn’t understand her the way he did. They wouldn’t love her the way he did. And if anyone tried to come between them... they would regret it.
He glanced down at the plush bunny still clutched in her arms, Benny’s hidden camera blinking red again, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He had planned everything perfectly. He knew every moment of her day, every interaction she had. No one would ever get close enough to steal her from him. He’d made sure of that.
“Lili,” he whispered again, his voice softer this time, almost soothing. His fingers brushed through her hair, tucking a few stray strands behind her ear. “No one’s ever going to take you away from me. You know that, don’t you?”
Lisa stirred slightly, her eyes opening just a fraction, her gaze unfocused as she looked up at him. “Kookie…?” she mumbled, her voice sleepy and confused. “What… what’s wrong?”
Jungkook smiled down at her, his expression gentle, even as his thoughts remained dark. “Nothing, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”
Lisa’s eyes fluttered closed again, her body relaxing as she snuggled deeper into his arms. “I love you, Kookie,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook’s smile widened, though there was a coldness in his eyes that didn’t match the tenderness in his expression. “I love you too, my doll,” he whispered back, his hand stroking her back gently. “More than anything.”
He lay there for a long time, watching her sleep, listening to the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing. The darkness in his mind swirled, thoughts of control and possession blending with the love he felt for her. It was an obsession, he knew that. But it didn’t matter. Lisa was his. She had always been his, from the moment he had laid eyes on her.
As the night stretched on, Jungkook’s mind wandered to the future. He imagined their life together, Lisa by his side, always obedient, always devoted to him. He imagined her soft voice calling his name, her small hands reaching for him, her fragile body always seeking his protection.
He would give her everything she needed—love, care, protection—but he would also make sure she knew who she belonged to. She would never question him, never disobey him. And if she ever did… well, he would remind her. Gently, at first. But if she ever forgot her place, if she ever dared to think she could live without him, he would show her just how deep his control ran.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered to Benny again, the red light blinking once more before disappearing into the plush fabric. No, Lisa would never leave him. Not now, not ever. He would always be watching. Always.
And as Lisa slept peacefully in his arms, blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts swirling in his mind, Jungkook smiled. She was his doll—his perfect, fragile doll. And no one, not even Lisa herself, would ever change that.
The night stretched on, and Jungkook remained awake, his eyes never leaving her. He would watch over her, protect her, control her. Forever.
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