FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

CHAPTER 30

Y/n followed Thv into the bedroom without resistance, but her heart pounded violently against her ribs. The way he had held her forearm—firm, unyielding—sent shivers down her spine. The room was dimly lit, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a silver glow over the darkened space. She could feel his presence behind her, intense and consuming.

Thv closed the door with a soft click, and the air between them thickened. He was quiet for a moment, watching her, his eyes shadowed with emotions she couldn't quite decipher. There was something unsettling in the way he gazed at her, like he was fighting something within himself.

"Why do you know so much about him?" he finally asked, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Why do you look at him like that? Like you see through him?"

Y/n lowered her gaze, her fingers trembling slightly as she played with the hem of her shirt. She had no answer—at least, not one she could put into words.

Thv took a step closer, invading her space, making the room feel suffocatingly small. He lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I don't like it," he murmured. "I don't like the way you make me feel. I don't like the way you make me think."

Her breath hitched. "I—"

He cut her off by closing the distance between them, pressing his forehead against hers. His grip on her tightened, but not out of anger. There was desperation in his touch, an unfamiliar vulnerability that neither of them understood.

"I don't want to lose control," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "But you... you make it impossible."

His jealousy burned through him like a wildfire, consuming his reason. The thought of anyone else having her attention made his blood boil, but what scared him more was the fact that it wasn't just possessiveness—it wasn't just lust.

It was something deeper.

Something he wasn't ready to name.

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against hers, but he stopped, his breath mingling with hers. He wanted her, but not just in the way he had thought. He wanted her presence, her warmth, her understanding. He wanted her to see him, to know him, and still stay.

Y/n, caught in the intensity of his emotions, exhaled shakily. "master..." she whispered.

Y/n could feel the tremble in his hands, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them. She understood, in a way. She had been scared too. But for different reasons.

Her own fear was a constant companion, a shadow that had followed her for as long as she could remember. Fear of the man she had married, the one who saw her not as a person, but as something to control. Her husband had taught her that emotions were dangerous, that showing vulnerability or need was a weakness. Every time she had tried to show love, to express herself, it had been met with violence, with punishment.

Her hands clenched at her sides, the familiar panic rising in her chest. "What if this is just another lie? What if this is just another game to him?" Her mind raced with the possibility that this moment, this tenderness, would disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The fear of being hurt again was suffocating, but the fear of being truly seen—of letting someone get close enough to understand her—was even worse.

That was all it took for his restraint to snap.The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing. The air was thick, charged with a quiet intensity that neither could escape. Thv's gaze never wavered from her; his eyes, usually hard and unreadable, now burned with an emotion Y/n couldn't fully understand. The weight of his presence felt suffocating, a pressure that pushed against her chest, making it harder to breathe.

 She didn't dare look at him, knowing that the slightest glance would bring his full attention to her. She couldn't afford that. Not now. Not when the fear of what might happen made her whole body tremble.

Thv approached her slowly, deliberately, his footsteps heavy against the floor. She flinched when his hand brushed against her arm, the touch electric and warm, but it only made her anxiety flare. She wanted to retreat, to disappear, but the way he held her gaze, unrelenting, made it impossible.

"I told you," he said quietly, his voice deep with something darker. "You belong to me."

Y/n didn't respond, her heart hammering against her ribs. His words—possessive, final—clawed at her mind. She knew what he meant. She knew what he wanted from her. And yet, all she could do was stand there, frozen, trapped in the quiet torment of her own thoughts.

He moved closer, his hand reaching for her waist, pulling her toward him with a force that took her breath away. She wanted to push him away, to escape, but the raw power in his grip held her in place, like a prisoner in her own body.

"You don't get to look at him like that," Thv murmured, his words thick with jealousy. His lips were close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Only me. I am the one who deserves your attention. Don't you understand?"

Y/n couldn't speak. Her throat was tight, every word caught before it could leave her lips. She wanted to tell him she was scared, that she didn't know how to respond to the storm of emotions swirling inside of her. But the fear that kept her silent was not just from Thv—it was from herself, from what she had become.

His hands roamed her body, possessive and demanding. He wasn't rough, not exactly, but his touch was insistent. As though he were marking her, staking a claim that she was too afraid to question. The more he touched her, the more his jealousy became a tangible thing, wrapping around her chest and squeezing the air from her lungs.

"Say you understand," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came. She was drowning in the pressure of his expectations, of the weight of what he wanted her to be. There was no room for softness, for gentleness. She wasn't allowed to be afraid—not here, not with him. She had a duty to fulfill.

And so, she lowered her gaze, the words she wanted to say trapped beneath the weight of her silence. She had no choice but to submit, to let him take what he needed from her, because she knew that was the only way to survive this. To not resist, to not show weakness.

Thv's breath hitched when she finally met his eyes, her gaze almost apologetic, as though she were asking for forgiveness without saying a word. He didn't understand it, didn't know why she seemed so broken, so distant. But the jealousy inside of him burned hotter, fueled by the uncertainty of what she truly felt.

Still, he couldn't stop himself. The pull to possess her, to claim her as his, was stronger than his desire for answers. He kissed her with a desperate intensity, claiming her lips as though they were his own. Y/n, caught in the whirlwind of his touch, let him. She couldn't resist him. She had never been taught how.

As the night stretched on, filled with silent moments of intimacy, the fear within Y/n never wavered. But neither did the possessiveness in Thv. He crashed his lips against hers, not with desperation but with something more raw, more real. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, as if afraid she would disappear. They were two halves of something dangerous, two souls caught in an unspoken dance where one was driven by jealousy and the other by the weight of a duty they couldn't escape.

The night stretched on, filled with whispers, touches, and emotions too overwhelming to comprehend. For the first time, it wasn't about control, wasn't about dominance.

It was about something neither of them had ever experienced before.

And it scared them both