"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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As the warm water swirled around them, Jeonghan felt as if he was drowning, not just in the tub, but in the depths of Seongcheol'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.
Seongcheol, 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 Seongcheol'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 Seongcheol's gaze, which bore into him with an intensity that made his heart race. Jeonghan tried to pull away, but Seongcheol tightened his grip, his touch both possessive and possessively gentle.
"Don't what?" Seongcheol 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 Seongcheol'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, Seongcheol!" The words tumbled out, laced with sincerity and fear, but Seongcheol only chuckled, the sound dark and sinister, sending chills down Jeonghan's spine.
"Scaring you?" Seongcheol 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 Seongcheol'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. Seongcheol'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 Seongcheol, 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 Seongcheol's grasp.
"Look at you," Seongcheol 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 Seongcheol'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 Seongcheol away. "You don't own me!"
Seongcheol'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."
With a swift motion, he pressed Jeonghan against the cool tiles of the bathtub, the coldness contrasting sharply with the heat of their bodies. Jeonghan's breath hitched in his throat as he felt the water slosh around him, and his pulse quickened with fear.
"Seongcheol, please..." Jeonghan's voice broke, and he tried to avert his gaze, but Seongcheol's hand found his chin, forcing him to look into those dark, stormy eyes.
"Don't look away," Seongcheol commanded, his tone low and dangerous. "You need to understand that there's no escape. You and I are bound together, whether you like it or not. And I will make you see that."
As Jeonghan's heart pounded against his ribcage, he felt trapped between the terror of the moment and the dark allure of Seongcheol's presence. Deep down, a part of him knew this was just the beginning of his nightmare, a nightmare from which he might never awaken.
The steam enveloped them, and in that moment, Jeonghan realized he was standing on the precipice of something he could never have anticipated a dark, twisted journey that would either shatter him completely or force him to confront the very essence of his own desires.
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