𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟑𝟕:- 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀

Taehyung's POV

The clock struck three in the morning, but sleep wasn't an option-not tonight. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as I leaned over the desk, the remnants of my cigar smoldering in an ashtray beside me.

I traced the edge of a knife, its blade gleaming under the faint light. Plans, schemes, moves-every step needed precision. Nari was the centerpiece in this twisted game, whether she knew it or not.

Her fiery defiance was admirable, but it would cost her.

A low chuckle escaped my lips as I glanced at her door through the glass wall. She hadn't slept either. The dim light beneath her door flickered, a clear sign of her restlessness. The little bird was caged, and yet her wings still beat against the bars.

"Curiosity will be her undoing," I muttered, smirking as I sat back.

Let her pace the room, let her stay awake, trying to piece together the puzzle. It was all part of the fun.

But the real storm wasn't here. Not yet.

Nari's POV

The night stretched endlessly, its silence broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was impossible. My mind churned with unanswered questions and unease that gnawed at me.

Taehyung.

His presence was suffocating, his words lingering in my mind like smoke that refused to dissipate. Every smirk, every glance-it was as if he knew something I didn't, something that I couldn't see.

I sighed, sitting up and hugging my knees to my chest. My phone lay on the nightstand, the screen black and unresponsive, mirroring my inability to reach Jungkook.

Jungkook.

Where was he? Why hadn't he called?

The memory of the gunshots echoed in my mind, sharp and jarring. How did he not know? This was his mansion. His fortress. He had gifted it to me with that smug, possessive look in his eyes.

My fingers itched to dial his number, but the thought of initiating contact felt like surrender. I refused to be the one to crack first.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up.

Jungkook.

I froze, my heart pounding. He always had a way of appearing at the most inconvenient times, like a shadow that refused to leave.

Taking a deep breath, I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

"About time," I muttered, rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see me.

"Little flower," his voice drawled through the line, low and possessive, dripping with mock amusement. "No calls? No messages? I was starting to think you'd forgotten me."

"I was busy," I snapped, refusing to let him have the upper hand.

"Busy," he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "Too busy for me? Babygirl, that's not very nice."