"His obsession" is a psychological thriller and dark romance that plunges readers into the chilling depths of obsession, power, and possession. When Jeonghan, a university student with a simple life, catches the eye of Seongcheol, a ruthless mafia l...
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Jeonghan thought the whirlwind of intimacy would pass, that perhaps Seongcheol would tire of his games. But as Seongcheol's lips lingered on his skin, the weight of reality pressed down harder. A shiver of dread trickled down his spine as Seongcheol abruptly lifted him from the bed, his grip possessive and unyielding.
"Where are we going?" Jeonghan's voice quivered, fear lacing his words as Seongcheol carried him effortlessly through the lavish halls, the world outside this room fading away. Jeonghan's heart raced, panic rising within him as Seongcheol pushed open the door to the bathroom.
The room was adorned in elegance, marble tiles and soft, golden lighting, but it felt like a prison to Jeonghan. "I thought we could have a bath together," Seongcheol said, his tone casual but edged with an unmistakable authority. "You'll feel so much better."
"I don't want to," Jeonghan replied, trying to wriggle free from Seongcheol's iron grasp. "Please, just let me go!"
But Seongcheol's smile twisted into something dark, a glint of malice sparking in his eyes. "There's no such thing as 'no' in my kingdom, Jeonghan. You'll learn that soon enough."
With a swift motion, Seongcheol began removing Jeonghan's clothes. The action was not tender; it was predatory, a display of dominance that made Jeonghan's stomach churn. "Stop!" Jeonghan gasped, squirming as panic surged within him. "I'm untouched! I don't want this!"
At that declaration, Seongcheol froze, his eyes narrowing as if Jeonghan had ignited a dangerous flame within him. "Untouched?" he echoed, his voice low and throaty, darkened by a fury that made Jeonghan's heart drop. "You're pure? You've kept yourself from others?"
Jeonghan's breath caught in his throat, the truth striking him like a blow. Seongcheol's possessiveness transformed into something monstrous, an insatiable hunger igniting behind his dark gaze. "That makes you even more special to me," he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. "And I will be the first to claim you, whether you like it or not."
Jeonghan's heart pounded, the blood rushing in his ears as dread pooled in the pit of his stomach. Seongcheol leaned closer, his breath hot against Jeonghan's face, a twisted smile stretching across his lips. "You'll never forget who you belong to. I'll make sure of that."
In a swift movement, Seongcheol turned on the faucet, hot water cascading into the tub, steam rising like a shroud of foreboding. Jeonghan tried to resist, to pull away, but Seongcheol's grip was unyielding, a force of nature. He felt vulnerable, exposed as Seongcheol's hands roamed, stripping him of his clothes until he stood bare before him, heart racing, skin prickling under Seongcheol's intense gaze.
Seongcheol's hands cupped Jeonghan's face, forcing him to look into his darkened eyes, filled with a twisted adoration. "You're mine," he said, the words heavy with an ominous promise. "You will submit to me, and when I'm done, you won't be able to imagine life without me."
Jeonghan's breaths quickened, tears threatening to spill as he realized there was no escape from Seongcheol's dark desires. As he was maneuvered into the tub, the water enveloping him, Seongcheol followed suit, his presence overwhelming, stifling. The warmth of the water contrasted with the coldness in Seongcheol's eyes, a predator savoring his prey.
"I'll show you pleasure you've never dreamed of," Seongcheol continued, his tone dangerously sweet. "And you'll learn to crave it, just as you'll learn to crave me."
The steam clouded the room, wrapping around them like a serpent tightening its grip. Jeonghan shivered, every instinct screaming for him to escape, yet Seongcheol's touch was intoxicatingly possessive. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Jeonghan's collarbone, the gentle caress belying the sinister intent in his heart.
"Just remember, my love," Seongcheol murmured, his voice a dark melody, "there's no 'no' in my kingdom. Only obedience. And when you submit, I promise, you'll never want to leave."
Jeonghan's world narrowed down to the man before him, a storm of terror and twisted longing brewing within him. In that moment, he knew, there was no escaping Seongcheol's reign.
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