Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part 29-The Darkest Victory

The storm raged outside, the lightning painting jagged lines across the sky as the mansion stood shrouded in a terrifying quiet. The walls seemed to hum with the tension that thrummed between them, a silence broken only by the occasional crackle of thunder. Inside, Jeonghan sat motionless, the weight of his predicament settling over him like a suffocating fog. He could feel the oppressive air pressing in from all sides, a cruel reminder of the cage Seungcheol had built around him, one of obsession, possessiveness, and suffocating love.

He had tried everything, every plea, every whisper of hope he had offered had only driven him deeper into Seungcheol's grip. Every word was a thread pulling him closer into the web of his twisted affection. He had become the object of Seungcheol's desire, his obsession. Jeonghan no longer knew where the lines of love and ownership blurred. But tonight, tonight was different.

The shadows of the grand chamber seemed to deepen as Seungcheol entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. His eyes glinted with a feverish intensity, his features drawn tight in a way that made Jeonghan's heart race with both fear and something darker, something thrilling. The air between them felt charged, as if something was about to snap, and Jeonghan could feel it, the pulse of inevitability in his veins.

"I've been waiting for this moment," Seungcheol's voice was a low murmur, laced with something predatory that made Jeonghan's breath hitch. His gaze never left Jeonghan as he moved closer, every step calculated, controlled.

Jeonghan swallowed hard. "What moment?" His voice was barely a whisper, a quiver of unease threading through his words. His instincts screamed for him to retreat, to put distance between them, but his body was paralyzed, caught in the magnetic pull of Seungcheol's dark allure.

"The moment you finally understand," Seungcheol continued, stepping forward, his hand reaching out to gently caress Jeonghan's cheek in a move that felt too intimate, too tender for the storm of emotions that stormed within him. "The moment you understand what you truly mean to me. You are not just mine, Jeonghan." His lips curled into a dark smile. "You are everything to me."

Jeonghan's pulse quickened, fear creeping up his spine. He could feel the chill of Seungcheol's obsession creeping into the marrow of his bones, sinking deeper with each word. "Seungcheol, please..." he whispered, the air around him growing heavier with the suffocating weight of his own helplessness. "This isn't love. You can't keep me like this."

Seungcheol's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a glint of cold fury. "Not love?" he repeated, the words dripping with disdain. "You think you can define love? You have no idea what it means to belong to someone, what it means to truly be loved." His voice grew colder still, his words like a chill wind that froze the air between them. "Let me go," Jeonghan's heart stuttered as he heard his own voice break with the desperation that surged through him. "This isn't right. You're hurting me... I can't—"

Before he could finish, Seungcheol silenced him, grabbing his wrist with a brutal force, pulling Jeonghan close with a movement so sudden, so swift, that Jeonghan barely had time to react. "You will never be free from me, Jeonghan," Seungcheol growled, his grip tightening painfully. "You are marked as mine. And I won't let anyone take you from me."

Jeonghan gasped, the cold terror flooding his chest as he realized just how far Seungcheol had sunk into madness. Before he could process another thought, Seungcheol's lips were on his fierce, hungry, and overwhelming. The kiss was a storm of desperate passion, a collision of need and rage, leaving Jeonghan breathless, his head spinning with a mixture of fear and something far darker, far more dangerous.

"You're mine," Seungcheol growled against Jeonghan's lips, his voice thick with raw hunger. "And I will prove it."

The words resonated in Jeonghan's chest, a heavy weight that pressed him further into the confines of Seungcheol's possessive world. His heart pounded in his ears as he pulled away, gasping for air. "What are you going to do?" he asked, a thread of panic creeping into his voice, his body trembling despite the desire that burned between them.

Seungcheol's smirk was dark, cruel, and filled with an intensity that sent shivers down Jeonghan's spine. "I'm going to mark you, my love," he said, his words a chilling promise. "I want everyone to know that you are mine, that you will never belong to anyone else."

Jeonghan's blood ran cold as Seungcheol moved to a table across the room, retrieving a small, ornate box. He opened it, revealing a dagger, its blade gleaming under the flickering light of the candles that surrounded them. The sight of it, so delicate and yet so ominous, made Jeonghan's breath catch in his throat.

"No," he gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. "Seungcheol, don't—" But it was too late. Before he could make another move, Seungcheol was already advancing on him, his eyes dark with intent.

"This is for you," Seungcheol whispered, a reverence in his tone that only deepened the horror Jeonghan felt. "To show you how deep my love runs. How far I will go to protect you. This mark will ensure that no one dares come near you."

Jeonghan's body froze as Seungcheol brought the blade close. "Please!" Jeonghan's voice broke as the tip of the dagger hovered near his skin. He tried to retreat, but the cold stone of the wall stopped him, trapping him between Seungcheol and the unyielding darkness that pressed in from all sides.

Seungcheol's grip was unrelenting, and with a swift motion, he pressed the blade to Jeonghan's skin. A searing pain shot through Jeonghan's body as the cold metal sliced into him. A sharp cry escaped his lips as the blood welled up from the wound, spilling over onto his pale skin. The world blurred at the edges, his vision swimming as pain and blood mixed into a heady concoction of terror and something more, something deeply twisted.

"You're mine," Seungcheol whispered again, his voice soft but filled with a dark satisfaction. "Forever."

Jeonghan's heart thundered in his chest as the room seemed to close in on him. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling of being utterly claimed by Seungcheol's obsession. His soul screamed for freedom, but in the same breath, he could feel the strange, terrifying thrill of being marked, of belonging to him.

Seungcheol stepped back, his eyes filled with dark triumph. Without another word, he grabbed his own wrist and, with a quick movement, drew the blade across his skin. Jeonghan watched in disbelief as Seungcheol bled, the crimson line of his own blood staining his arm.

"To show you," Seungcheol murmured, his voice heavy with a twisted satisfaction, "how intertwined our fates are. Our blood will forever be one."

Jeonghan's breath caught in his throat. "No... Seungcheol, no..." His voice trembled with a panic that only deepened when Seungcheol pressed his wrist to Jeonghan's, the blood from both their wounds mingling. "We're bound together," Seungcheol said softly, almost reverently, "by love, by blood, by fate."

Jeonghan's heart raced, the weight of his words sinking into him. Seungcheol wasn't just claiming him in the physical sense. He was entwining them in a way that went beyond life and death, beyond everything.

In that moment, Jeonghan understood: there was no escape.

Seongcheol's lips descended to his neck again, kissing the marks he'd left there, his teeth grazing Jeonghan's skin in a vicious, possessive dance. "You'll never be alone again, my love," he whispered against the bruised skin of Jeonghan's throat, his voice thick with desire. "We are one."

Jeonghan could feel the madness swirling inside him. The kiss was a fierce declaration of their bond, and as Seungcheol pulled back, his eyes locked onto Jeonghan's with a mixture of dark devotion and predatory hunger.

"You're mine," Seungcheol said, his voice a low growl that reverberated through Jeonghan's very bones. "Forever."

Jeonghan nodded slowly, the truth of it sinking into his very being, and with that single motion, he gave into the pull of Seungcheol's obsession, accepting his fate. There would be no turning back.

As the storm outside raged, so too did the chaos inside the mansion, an eternal dance of shadows and blood, of love and possession. And together, in the darkness, they were bound, forever marked by each other.

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