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Taehyung's breath was warm against Ivy's skin as their foreheads remained connected, both breathing heavily from their recent encounter. He gazed deeply into her eyes and murmured "You are the most dangerous woman I have ever known, for real." His voice was low and intense, each word charged with a raw vulnerability he rarely let show.
But as soon as those words left his mouth, Ivy's hand slipped to the back of his head, fingers tightening in his hair. She yanked his face upward, forcing him to meet her intense gaze.
Her voice was cold, laced with unyielding possessiveness, as she asked, "You know other women?" Her grip was firm, her eyes unblinking, letting him know she demanded honesty.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. In response, his hand reached up to her neck, fingers grazing her skin before tightening just enough to make her aware of his strength. His hold was assertive, and his tone matched as he replied, "I do, but no girl was ever like you. No one ever had the audacity to come this close to me that you are right now , no-one could make me do things I never wanted to. Witch." His words were like a challenge, daring her to push further.
Ivy's lips curved into a smirk, and her voice softened to a whisper that carried an underlying sensuality. "I'll make sure no one else ever can," she promised, her tone possessive and assured, leaving no room for doubt. The intensity between them hung in the air, thick and electric, both unwilling to back down, both consumed by a fierce need for control.
After a few more lingering moments, Ivy took a breath and broke the silence. "We should go. I need to get home, or there will be a disaster for real this time." Her tone shifted, a hint of worry slipping in, though she tried to keep it concealed. She knew the consequences of staying out too late, and tonight wasn't the night to take any chances.
As they stepped away from each other, Taehyung began heading toward his car. Ivy glanced back at him as she walked towards hers, calling out, "I came by my car." She noticed him stop in his tracks, his shoulders tense. He turned to face her, eyes narrowing as he took a step back toward her.
"You go in your car, I'll be right behind you," he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument. But Ivy shook her head, slightly amused by his protectiveness. "I can go by myself, Taehyung. It's okay," she replied, her tone firm but gentle, hoping he'd relent.
Taehyung took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment as if grounding himself. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost a growl, frustration evident. "Just do as I say, little one. Get. Into. The. Car." His words were firm, each syllable emphasized to make his stance crystal clear.
Ivy, realizing he wouldn't budge, rolled her eyes but complied, making her way to her car. She got in, casting a glance back at Taehyung, who was still watching her with that intense look. As her car started, she noticed him heading to his own vehicle, as promised, ensuring he'd be right behind her.
