Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part Fourteen - Breaking Under the Weight of Possession

As the warm water swirled around them, Jeonghan felt as if he was drowning, not just in the tub, but in the depths of Seungcheol's obsession. The steam curled around him like tendrils of mist, blurring the edges of reality and trapping him in a cocoon of intimacy that felt suffocating.

Seungcheol, his eyes darkened with an insatiable hunger, began to explore Jeonghan's body with a reverent touch. Each caress sent shockwaves of fear and unwanted desire coursing through Jeonghan. He flinched at the gentle pressure of Seungcheol's fingers, as they traced the contours of his collarbone, then danced lower, skimming the sensitive skin of his waist.

"Please, don't..." Jeonghan whispered, his voice trembling, but the words felt hollow against the weight of Seungcheol's gaze, which bore into him with an intensity that made his heart race. Jeonghan tried to pull away, but Seungcheol tightened his grip, his touch both possessive and possessively gentle.

"Don't what?" Seungcheol taunted, his lips curling into a smirk. "Don't want this? Don't want me?" He leaned closer, their lips almost touching, the heat radiating from him like a palpable force. Jeonghan's breath hitched, his body betraying him in the face of Seungcheol's overwhelming presence.

Desperation clawed at Jeonghan's insides as he struggled against the swirling tide of emotion. "I don't want this. You're scaring me, Seungcheol!" The words tumbled out, laced with sincerity and fear, but Seungcheol only chuckled, the sound dark and sinister, sending chills down Jeonghan's spine.

"Scaring you?" Seungcheol repeated, tilting his head slightly as if considering Jeonghan's words. "I'm not here to scare you, my love. I'm here to show you the depths of my devotion." His fingers moved deliberately, caressing Jeonghan's skin as if he were tracing a map of possession, marking every inch of him.

The realization sank in, this was not merely a moment of intimacy; it was an act of conquest, and Jeonghan was the unwilling prize. "You don't have to do this," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not yours."

But Seungcheol's eyes flared with a twisted excitement, the kind that sent shivers down Jeonghan's spine. "Ah, but you are, whether you admit it or not." He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Jeonghan's, a gentle kiss that held a promise of something far darker.

Jeonghan's heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions fear, desire, and a deep-rooted sense of helplessness. Seungcheol's mouth moved against his, the kiss deepening as Jeonghan's resistance began to wane. The heat of the moment blurred his thoughts, and for a heartbeat, he felt a spark of warmth that was undeniably intoxicating.

But then, the reality crashed down upon him like a wave. This was Seungcheol, the mafia leader, the man who had woven himself into the fabric of his life with a darkness that threatened to consume him. The momentary bliss of the kiss shattered as Jeonghan's mind raced with thoughts of escape, of finding a way to break free from Seungcheol's grasp.

"Look at you," Seungcheol murmured, his lips brushing against Jeonghan's ear, sending goosebumps skittering across his skin. "You're so beautiful when you're scared. It makes me want to protect you even more." The possessiveness in Seungcheol's tone was suffocating, a chain wrapped tightly around Jeonghan's heart, and he felt himself start to crumble under the weight of it.

"I can't do this," Jeonghan gasped, trying to muster the strength to push Seungcheol away. "You don't own me!"

Seungcheol's expression darkened, and for a brief moment, Jeonghan saw a flicker of something monstrous within him. "You're wrong," he hissed, his grip tightening. "You belong to me. You've always belonged to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you."