Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part 25-Bound to the Abyss

Days after the wedding, a chilling quiet settled over Seungcheol's estate. The grand rooms and gilded halls had become Jeonghan's prison, beautiful yet suffocating. Every corner he turned, every doorway he dared to approach, was guarded, reminding him that there was no escape, only Seungcheol's watchful presence. Though the estate was vast, Jeonghan had nowhere to go, no place that felt like freedom. Seungcheol's men stood silently at each exit, shadows in his periphery, a haunting reminder of his captivity.

Seungcheol's possessiveness grew darker with each passing day, leaving Jeonghan in constant anticipation of his next move. He was never alone, Seungcheol's eyes tracking his every step, his fingers brushing his wrist whenever they were close, a wordless reminder that he was owned, his very existence belonged to Seungcheol. Even when Seungcheol was not there, Jeonghan felt him, his dark aura staining the air, his presence lingering like an ominous fog.

One evening, the dim lights of the estate cast eerie shadows as Seungcheol entered Jeonghan's room unannounced. Jeonghan's heart leapt to his throat, but he held himself still, knowing that any reaction would only feed Seungcheol's sadistic satisfaction.

"You've been so quiet lately," Seungcheol said, his voice low and laced with an unsettling calm. He crossed the room slowly, his gaze locked onto Jeonghan like a predator sizing up his prey. "Are you starting to accept your place?"

Jeonghan said nothing, his eyes dropping to the floor, unable to meet Seungcheol's piercing stare. Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating, until Seungcheol's fingers found his chin, tilting his face up until their eyes met. The look in Seungcheol's eyes was a twisted mix of admiration and cruelty, his possessiveness burning with an intensity that made Jeonghan's blood run cold.

"Don't you see, Jeonghan?" he whispered, his tone both gentle and terrifying. "There's no escape from me. I've claimed every part of you. You're marked as mine... for eternity."

The words were a promise, a threat. Jeonghan's skin prickled with unease, a sickening realization settling over him. The feeling of being trapped grew heavier, suffocating, and it was all he could do to keep from trembling under Seungcheol's intense gaze.

Just then, there was a faint knock at the door, a sound so quiet, yet in the chilling silence of the room, it felt like a gunshot. Seungcheol's jaw tightened, and he released Jeonghan's chin with a dangerous calm, his eyes narrowing toward the door. When he answered, a guard whispered something in Seungcheol's ear, his expression shifting to a look of intense focus.

Jeonghan could see the darkness swirling in Seungcheol's gaze as he listened, his lips twisting into a faint, malevolent smile. Without a word to Jeonghan, he stepped out, leaving Jeonghan alone in the dim room. But he knew Seungcheol would return soon, and something inside him told him it would be worse than before.

Left alone, Jeonghan's mind raced. He had to think, to act quickly. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to run, to hide, but where could he go? With his heart hammering, he scanned the room, his eyes falling upon the faint shadows outside his window, figures. Even here, Seungcheol had stationed his men to keep watch, ensuring his escape was impossible. He felt the walls close in on him, his breath catching as he realized how hopeless his situation had truly become.

When Seungcheol returned, he was different. His expression was harsher, his gaze more intense, as if he'd unleashed a darker part of himself during the short absence. Jeonghan's heart raced as Seungcheol crossed the room, his eyes gleaming with an obsession that went beyond mere possession.

"You thought you could escape me once," Seungcheol murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "But now, even the thought of freedom is gone, Jeonghan. Tonight, I'll show you just how deeply you belong to me."

Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol closed the distance between them, his hand sliding around Jeonghan's throat with a gentle, chilling pressure. His touch was both threatening and intimate, a constant reminder of the control he wielded. His other hand trailed down Jeonghan's arm, leaving a path of cold dread in its wake.

"Do you know what it means to be mine?" he whispered, his breath hot against Jeonghan's ear. "It means there's no part of you I don't own. You are bound to me, body and soul."

In that moment, the dim light cast eerie shadows across Seungcheol's face, illuminating the dangerous glint in his eyes. He was unrecognizable, his expression twisted with a possessiveness that bordered on madness.

Suddenly, the room filled with a faint, unsettling melody as a music box played from somewhere in the shadows. The haunting tune wound through the air, chilling Jeonghan to the core. Seungcheol's lips twisted into a smile as he tilted Jeonghan's face toward him, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"This is our song, Jeonghan," he whispered, his voice a mix of menace and dark affection. "A song only we will hear, for as long as you're with me. A reminder that no one can ever separate us."

Seungcheol pressed a cold kiss to Jeonghan's forehead, the gesture feeling more like a brand than an act of affection. Every fiber of Jeonghan's being screamed to pull away, to escape, but he was trapped in Seungcheol's iron grasp, helpless and vulnerable.

The music wound down, the last notes echoing in the oppressive silence. Seungcheol's gaze softened slightly, though the darkness in his eyes remained. He pulled Jeonghan closer, his arms wrapping around him in a possessive embrace that felt like a cage.

"Accept it, Jeonghan," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is your life now. You are mine, marked by me, and there's no force in this world that can change that."

Jeonghan's heart sank, the reality of his fate crashing down upon him. He was bound to Seungcheol, his soul trapped in a web of obsession and darkness, and there was no escape from the abyss that Seungcheol had drawn him into.

As the night stretched on, Jeonghan was left with only the silence and the haunting echo of the music box, a melody that seemed to seep into his very bones, a cruel reminder of the life he would now live, forever bound to the man who claimed him, marked by his darkness, destined to be his for all eternity.

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