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Chapter 5: The Tension Between Them

Yn’s days in the mansion continued in a blur of isolation. She was left mostly alone, her only company being the maids and occasional visits from Taehyung’s men. No one ever treated her like an important person, yet no one treated her poorly either. It was as though she existed in the space between being a guest and a prisoner, her every move observed but never truly acknowledged.

Her thoughts often drifted back to her family—her real family—and the sting of betrayal that still lingered in her chest. How could they have done this to her? How could they have sent her away so easily, knowing what would happen to her? But what made it worse was the fact that her sister, Yena, the one who had everything handed to her, was the one who had caused all of this. The very person who had stolen everything she had loved, including her boyfriend.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching her room. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Taehyung. His presence was heavy, like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

The door creaked open, and there he stood, looking as imposing as ever. "Come with me," he said, his tone as cold as ever, but there was something else in his voice—a strange command that made her heart race.

Without waiting for her response, Taehyung turned and walked away, confident she would follow. And despite herself, Yn obeyed. She didn’t know why she followed him. Was it because she felt a strange pull to him, or was it because she had nothing else left to do but comply?

As they walked down the long hallway, Taehyung didn’t speak, and neither did she. The silence between them was suffocating, but Yn refused to break it. The last time she had spoken up, it had only led to more tension.

They finally reached a large, grand dining room. Taehyung motioned for her to sit at the long table, then took a seat at the head of it, his gaze never leaving her.

"Eat," he ordered, gesturing to the spread before her. It was an elaborate meal—much more than she had ever seen at her own home. It made her realize just how far removed she was from her old life.

Yn hesitated for a moment, looking down at the food. She wasn’t hungry, but she knew better than to refuse him. She picked up her fork and began to eat slowly, the food surprisingly delicious but tasteless to her in the moment.

Taehyung watched her quietly, as if studying every movement she made. After a while, he spoke. "You’ve been quiet," he noted, his voice calm but laced with something else. "Tell me what’s on your mind."

Yn lifted her eyes to meet his, but she didn’t answer immediately. She had no intention of confiding in him, especially not after the cold, emotionless way he had treated her. "Nothing," she finally said, her voice stiff.

A small smirk played on Taehyung’s lips. "Lying to me now, are we?" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You don’t have to be afraid of me, Yn."

The sound of her name on his lips made her shiver, but she refused to show weakness. "I’m not afraid of you," she replied firmly, though her hands clenched around the silverware.

"You should be," he said, his voice quieter but no less dangerous. "I could make your life here a lot more difficult, you know."

Yn looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. "And why would I care about that?" she asked, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think I’m just going to fall in line and do whatever you say?"

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. "I think you’ll do what you need to do to survive. I’m not asking for your love, Yn. But I do expect you to respect the rules of my world. And those who don’t… well, they don’t last long."

There was something chilling in his words, but Yn didn’t want to show him that she was intimidated. "I’ll respect nothing," she said defiantly. "I didn’t ask for any of this."

Taehyung’s expression didn’t change, but the air around him grew colder. "You may not have asked for this," he said, his voice growing darker, "but you’re here now. And you will learn to play by my rules."

Yn clenched her fists in her lap, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to tread carefully now. She didn’t want to show him how much his words affected her. Instead, she decided to shift the conversation. "Why do you want me here?" she asked, her voice steady, though the question had been on her mind since she arrived.

Taehyung looked at her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. He didn’t answer right away, which only made Yn more curious. "You’ll understand in time," he finally said, his voice softer than before. "For now, just know that you belong to me. And I will take care of what’s mine."

Yn’s heart skipped a beat. His words were more than just an expression of control—they felt possessive, almost as if he were claiming her in a way she couldn’t understand. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, and despite herself, a part of her wondered what it would be like to truly belong to him.

But the rational part of her knew better than to let those thoughts linger. This was a dangerous game, and she had no intention of playing by his rules.

"I don’t belong to you," she said, her voice cold. "And I never will."

Taehyung’s lips curled into a slight smile. "We’ll see about that."

The tension between them grew, thick and heavy, but Yn refused to let him have the last word. She was determined to fight for her freedom, no matter what Taehyung thought he could do.

But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was already caught in his web, and no matter how hard she fought, it might already be too late to escape.