Dragon's Love (Jungkook ff)

♡ Chapter 54 ♡

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with a loud crash, and Tieran stormed in, his breath heavy and his eyes scanning the dimly lit space.

Shadows flickered across the walls, cast by the faint glow of a single candle on the bedside table.

His gaze quickly landed on Y/N, who was lying peacefully on the bed. The bedsheet was pulled up to her shoulders, cocooning her almost entirely, though a cascade of ebony hair spilled across the pillow like silk threads glinting in the candlelight.

His cruel blue eyes swept across the room, taking in every shadow and corner before they landed on her. A dark, unsettling smirk twisted his lips.

"So, you were here all this time, princess," Tieran whispered to himself, his voice low and venomous, as he prowled closer to Y/N's sleeping figure.

Stopping beside her, he studied her face-peaceful, unguarded, and utterly oblivious to the predator in her midst. He sank onto the edge of the bed with deliberate slowness, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His gloved hand reached out, ghosting over her hair before finally stroking it with an eerie gentleness.

"I suspected you for nothing, sweetheart," he murmured, a mocking edge in his tone. "How innocent you look... like you could never betray me."

His fingers tangled slightly in her hair, tightening just enough to make the act feel more possessive than tender. Leaning down, he pressed a cold, calculated kiss onto her hair, his lips curving into another twisted smile.

"Whether you like it or not, Y/N, you will be mine. No... you are already mine," he declared, his voice dripping with sinister certainty.

Tieran let out a dark laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet room like a cruel promise. Rising to his feet, he moved toward the door but paused just before stepping out. Turning back, his piercing blue eyes lingered on her sleeping form, a dangerous mix of desire and malice flickering within them.

"You don't even realize it yet, do you?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with menace. "You belong to me now, Y/N. No one else will ever have you. Not even yourself."

With that, he turned on his heel, his boots clicking sharply against the floor as he strode to the doorway. His hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment, as if savoring the moment, before pulling it open. The cold draft from the hall rushed into the room, making the candlelight flicker.

He glanced back one last time, his cruel smirk deepening. "Sweet dreams, princess," he sneered before stepping out and pulling the door shut behind him.

The faint echo of his laughter lingered in the air long after he was gone, like a shadow that refused to leave, wrapping the room in an oppressive stillness that felt as if even her dreams weren't safe from him.

After the blonde left, the room was drowned in a pin-drop silence for a few minutes. The air felt heavier, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Then, the bathroom door suddenly burst open, and Y/N bolted in, her chest rising and falling with each frantic breath. Strands of hair clung to her damp forehead, her wide eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

Her gaze locked onto the other Y/N-the one sitting on the bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The flickering bedside lamp cast eerie shadows across her face, making her glare even more intense.

Y/N swallowed hard before speaking. "Forgive me, Jackson, for being late," she said, her voice laced with guilt.

"You are not forgiven, young lady!" Jackson's voice snapped through the air, sharp and laced with annoyance. "That arse is a psycho! Eww, he even kissed me!"