DECEPTIVE SHADOW (Tk) ✔

Chapter 27 : Forced Marriage

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The dim room seemed to shrink around Jungkook as his wrists burned against the intricate silk bindings securing him to the grand, hand-carved chair. The air was thick with the scent of roses and sandalwood, a suffocating juxtaposition to the grim reality of his predicament. Every flickering candle on the gilded walls cast shadows that danced ominously across the ornate furnishings, mocking his helplessness. His heart raced, a relentless drumbeat of fear and fury.

Across the room, Taehyung stood with an air of calm dominance, adjusting the silver cufflinks of his stark white suit. The suit was flawless, its crisp lines emphasizing his broad shoulders and the confident precision in his every move. He glanced at himself in the towering mirror, his reflection poised and powerful. Yet his eyes—cold, calculating—betrayed an obsession that made the room feel even darker.

Finally, Taehyung turned to face Jungkook, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he sauntered closer. The slow, deliberate steps reverberated in Jungkook’s ears, each one a reminder of the trap closing around him.

“Why the long face, love?” Taehyung’s voice was a velvet whisper, laced with a mockery that sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. “Today is a special day. You should be happy.”

Jungkook’s defiance flared, his jaw tightening as he raised his chin to meet Taehyung’s gaze. “You’re delusional if you think I’ll ever go along with this,” he spat, his voice trembling but resolute.

Taehyung’s smirk widened, though his eyes darkened. He crouched down, his face close enough that Jungkook could feel his warm breath ghosting over his skin. “You’ll go along with it,” Taehyung said softly, his tone dangerously tender, “because you don’t have a choice.”

Jungkook recoiled as Taehyung’s fingers brushed against his cheek, the touch deceptively gentle. His skin burned under the contact, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of Taehyung’s possessiveness. “I’ve waited too long for this moment,” Taehyung continued, his voice dropping to a murmur filled with menace. “Too long to let anything—or anyone—stand in my way.”

Before Jungkook could respond, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a group of attendants entered. They carried an elegantly embroidered white suit, its fabric rich and crisp. The attendants moved with silent precision, their eyes firmly on the floor as they began to prepare the room. The air grew heavier with every passing second, the immaculate attire a glaring symbol of what was to come.

“What is this?” Jungkook demanded, his voice rising in a mixture of fury and disbelief. His wrists strained against the silk, but the bindings held firm.

Taehyung straightened, turning his full attention to Jungkook. “Your wedding attire,” he said smoothly, his smirk deepening as he gestured toward the pristine white suit. “You’re going to look stunning, my love.”

Jungkook’s rage boiled over. “No!” he yelled, thrashing against the bindings. “You can’t do this! This isn’t a wedding—it’s a sick game!”

Taehyung’s expression hardened, the amusement draining from his features. He turned to the attendants, his tone sharp and unyielding. “Prepare him.”

The attendants hesitated, their hands trembling as they glanced at Jungkook’s furious expression. “Now,” Taehyung snapped, his voice like ice.

Reluctantly, the attendants moved closer to Jungkook, their movements timid as they began loosening the bindings just enough to dress him. Jungkook fought them every step of the way, his protests filling the room, but they persisted, their hands quick and efficient. The soft fabric of the white suit settled heavily onto his trembling frame, the weight of it pressing down on him like a physical manifestation of his captivity.