Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part Twelve - Bound by Fate

Jeonghan lay still, his eyes locked on the lavish ceiling as the weight of his situation settled into every corner of his mind. The soft glow of the dimmed lights cast shadows around the room, but nothing felt darker than the hold Seungcheol had on him. No escape, no choices left. Only Seungcheol, and the reality that he was now a prisoner, bound to the man whose obsession knew no limits.

A warm hand slipped beneath his chin, pulling his gaze to meet Seungcheol's intense, unreadable eyes. The gaze was dark, layered with emotions that Jeonghan couldn't fully grasp, and yet... something in him trembled, but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or something more twisted.

Without a word, Seungcheol's hand trailed gently across Jeonghan's cheek, his thumb grazing over Jeonghan's lips as he studied every inch of his face. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against Jeonghan's forehead before he began tracing a line of kisses down the side of his face, his jaw, his neck each one sending a strange warmth pulsing through Jeonghan's veins.

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan managed to whisper, his voice wavering as his mind clashed against his body's responses. He wanted to pull away, to keep his distance, but the warmth of Seungcheol's touch drew him in, made it hard to resist.

"I've waited so long for this," Seungcheol murmured against Jeonghan's skin, pressing a lingering kiss at the base of his neck. Jeonghan's breath hitched as Seungcheol's fingers tangled in his hair, tilting his head to expose more of his neck. Seungcheol's mouth found a sensitive spot, and he planted a soft kiss there before playfully nipping at the skin, leaving a faint love mark.

Jeonghan's body betrayed him, a shiver running down his spine as Seungcheol's hands roamed over him, gentle yet possessive, like he was savoring every inch. The marks he left were subtle but deliberate, each one feeling like a claim, a reminder of his control. Jeonghan knew he should push Seungcheol away, should fight against the unwanted attention, but his body seemed to melt beneath the warmth, his skin reacting to every touch.

"Don't fight it," Seungcheol whispered, his voice dark and low. "I know you feel it too."

As if to emphasize his words, Seungcheol's hands slipped around Jeonghan's waist, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. Jeonghan's heart pounded in his chest as Seungcheol's gaze held him captive, the intensity of his dark eyes stealing his breath. Seungcheol's lips found his own in a soft but firm kiss, and though Jeonghan's mind screamed in protest, his body responded instinctively, leaning into the kiss, betraying his fear with every second that passed.

Seungcheol pulled back slightly, his lips trailing down to Jeonghan's collarbone where he pressed another kiss, a playful bite that sent a thrill through Jeonghan despite the discomfort in his chest. Each action was slow, calculated, as though Seungcheol wanted to savor every moment, to etch his presence onto Jeonghan's very being.

Jeonghan's head was spinning, torn between resisting and giving in. He felt trapped, consumed by Seungcheol's touch, each kiss and mark leaving an imprint he knew would never fade. And as Seungcheol continued, his lips leaving a trail down his shoulder, Jeonghan's heart sank with the realization that there was no escape.

Maybe this was his fate.

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