𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟔𝟎:- 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

The jet landed smoothly on the private airstrip, its sleek black body gleaming against the night sky. The flames of the city they left behind were a distant memory, but the tension in the cabin was palpable.

Nari sat trembling in her seat, her body still processing the chaotic storm of emotions and the aftermath of Jungkook's dark, possessive affection.

"Welcome back home, little flower," Jungkook said, his voice smooth and laced with a sinister warmth. He stood from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate as his sharp gaze swept over her trembling form.

Nari flinched at his words, her hands clutching the edges of the seat as if anchoring herself. She couldn't look at him-not after everything that had happened. Her mind replayed the moments from hours ago: his lips on her skin, the sharp sting of the knife carving his claim on her body, and the flames that consumed not just the kidnappers but her lingering sense of safety.

Jungkook crouched down in front of her, his eyes dark and unreadable. He reached out, his fingers curling around her trembling hand. "Why so tense, baby?" His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying possessiveness that made her heart pound in a mixture of fear and something she didn't want to name.

"Didn't I tell you? You're safe with me. Always."

She tried to pull her hand away, but his grip tightened-not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her that resistance was futile. "Jungkook... please," she whispered, her voice shaky.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Please, what? Please stop?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Or please don't stop?"

Nari's breath hitched, her body betraying her as a shiver ran down her spine. She hated how he could twist her emotions, making her feel trapped yet unable to escape the pull he had on her.

The jet doors opened, and Jungkook stood, pulling her up with him. "Let's get you home, little flower. You'll love what I've done with the place." He smirked, his tone dripping with amusement as he led her down the steps and into a waiting car.

The drive to the mansion was silent, save for the faint hum of the engine. Nari stared out the window, her mind racing. She barely registered the opulence of the sprawling estate as they arrived. The mansion loomed before them, its lights glowing warmly against the night, but to her, it felt more like a gilded cage.

Jungkook stepped out first, extending a hand to help her. She hesitated but took it, knowing she had little choice. His grip was firm as he led her inside, the doors closing behind them with a resounding thud.

"This," he said, gesturing to the lavish interior, "is your home now. No one else's. Everything here is yours because you're mine."

Nari swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the grand foyer. "You can't just... keep me here," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

Jungkook turned to her, his gaze piercing. "Keep you?" He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "I'm not keeping you, Nari. I'm protecting you. There's a difference." He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "And don't pretend you don't know that."

She flinched but didn't look away. There was no point. Jungkook always got what he wanted.

Later, in the master bedroom, Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, a small first-aid kit beside him. "Come here," he said, his voice softer but no less commanding.

Nari hesitated, standing frozen by the door. "I'm fine," she said, though the sting of her wounds told a different story.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. "Don't make me ask twice, little flower."