Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part 24-Bound in Blood and Vows

The ceremony had resumed with a chilling quiet. The lavish hall now bore traces of the chaos that had erupted earlier, scattered rose petals on the ground mixed with the faint stains of blood and gunpowder. The grandeur of the wedding only seemed to amplify the sinister aura that had descended upon it. Jeonghan stood on the platform, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly as Seungcheol returned to his side, unscathed and relentless. The deadly calm in Seungcheol's eyes reminded Jeonghan of just how dangerous the man he was marrying truly was.

Seungcheol reached for his hand, his grip cold and possessive, his fingers tightening around Jeonghan's in a hold that was both reassuring and terrifying. His gaze bore into Jeonghan's, unyielding, consuming, as if he were claiming every part of him with a silent command. The room felt darker, as if the walls themselves were pressing in, bearing witness to the bond that was about to be sealed.

"You are mine, Jeonghan," Seungcheol murmured in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, his breath ghosting over Jeonghan's ear. "Today, in front of all these people, I'm marking you as mine. There will be no one else, no one to come between us."

The words sent a shiver down Jeonghan's spine. He had known Seungcheol was possessive, but this... this was different. There was a finality in his tone, a threat veiled behind his soft words, as if warning Jeonghan that escape was a fantasy he could never entertain.

The priest's voice droned in the background, reciting the vows that now felt more like binding chains than words of love and commitment. Jeonghan could hardly breathe as Seungcheol's eyes remained on him, fierce and unrelenting, like a hunter savoring his prey's surrender.

When it was time to exchange rings, Seungcheol held out his hand, his eyes locking onto Jeonghan's with an intensity that made his heart race. Jeonghan slipped the ring onto Seungcheol's finger, feeling the weight of it like shackles around his wrists. His own ring was cool against his skin, a brand that seemed to pulse with the heat of Seungcheol's gaze.

"You're trembling, my love," Seungcheol whispered, a cruel hint of satisfaction in his voice as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over Jeonghan's ear. "Are you afraid? Or is this just the thrill of finally being mine?"

Jeonghan's breath hitched as Seungcheol's hand moved to the small of his back, drawing him closer until there was no space left between them. The guests faded into the background, their whispers swallowed by the heavy tension between the two men.

Then, without warning, Seungcheol tilted Jeonghan's face toward him and kissed him, his lips harsh, possessive, marking Jeonghan with an intensity that left no doubt as to whom he belonged. The kiss was overwhelming, devouring, a claim that seared into Jeonghan's very soul. There was no gentleness, only a brutal need to remind him that he was forever bound to the man before him.

The room erupted into polite applause, but Jeonghan barely heard it. His head spun as Seungcheol pulled back, a wicked gleam in his eyes, satisfied by the fear he saw flickering in Jeonghan's gaze.

"Welcome to forever, Jeonghan," Seungcheol murmured, his voice dripping with a dark promise.

The ceremony concluded, and Seungcheol guided him out of the hall, his grip never loosening, his touch a constant reminder of the ownership he'd just asserted. The night air was cool as they stepped outside, but Jeonghan's skin burned with the memory of Seungcheol's touch. He was escorted into a car, and Seungcheol joined him, their hands still intertwined, as if he feared Jeonghan would vanish if he let go even for a moment.

The drive to Seungcheol's estate was silent, the tension thick and suffocating. Once they arrived, Seungcheol led Jeonghan through the grand hallways, each step echoing ominously in the darkened corridors. The servants' eyes dropped as they passed, as if they knew the gravity of what had just transpired, the binding force of a marriage that went beyond vows.

Finally, they reached a room Jeonghan had never seen before. It was vast, dimly lit, with shadows clinging to every corner. The walls were adorned with old portraits, somber faces that seemed to follow his every movement. Seungcheol led him inside, locking the door with a resounding click that made Jeonghan's pulse quicken.

"This," Seungcheol said, his voice dangerously soft, "will be where we start our life together. Our wedding night." His fingers traced along Jeonghan's jaw, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jeonghan's mind raced, his heart pounding as he took in the dark, unfamiliar room. A chill seeped into his bones as he realized there was no escape from this place, no way to break free from the man who had now claimed him completely.

Seungcheol pulled him close, his lips hovering just above Jeonghan's as he whispered, "You're mine now, in every sense. There's no one to help you, no one to hear you." The words were chilling, laced with an eerie finality that settled over Jeonghan like a shroud.

He tried to look away, but Seungcheol's grip tightened, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Jeonghan. This is your reality now, our reality. There's no turning back."

A faint sense of dread coiled in Jeonghan's chest as Seungcheol's lips descended upon him once more, claiming him with a dark, possessive intensity. Each touch, each whisper, felt like a branding, a permanent mark seared into his very being. Seungcheol's words echoed in his mind, chilling him to the core as he surrendered to the unrelenting force of Seungcheol's obsession.

And as the night wore on, Jeonghan realized with dawning horror that he was, indeed, forever bound to this man. There would be no escape from the darkness that clung to Seungcheol's soul, a darkness that now entwined with his own, marking him in a way that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

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