Obsessed Boss

Chapter 18

!! Long chapter !!

My heart hammered against my ribcage, a caged bird desperate to escape. The footsteps grew louder, and I knew—it was time.

The door swung open, and Jungkook strode in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. The maids curtsied, their heads bowed low in silent deference. The sight of them, so subservient and obedient, was a stark reminder of my own fate. Jungkook's eyes swept over the scene, a smirk playing on his lips. Without a word, he gestured for them to leave, and they scurried out, the door clicking shut behind them like the final nail in my coffin.

He was dressed in a shirt that hugged his muscular torso like a second skin, the fabric whispering over his defined abs with every movement. His tight jeans showcased powerful thighs, and my gaze was drawn to them despite my efforts to resist. The sight of him was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to the control he wielded so effortlessly.

As Jungkook approached, his scent enveloped me—a potent mix of sandalwood and something darker, something that spoke of power and dominance. It was intoxicating, a scent that made my knees wobble and my thoughts scatter. I had to look away, to break the spell that threatened to consume me.

"Look at me," Jungkook's voice was a low growl, a command that sent a shiver down my spine. I had no choice but to obey, my gaze dragging back to him with the inevitability of a magnet. His eyes were a tempest, swirling with emotions I didn't dare to name. He reached out, a hand that could so easily crush my spirit, and gently cupped my chin, tilting my face upwards.

The scent of sandalwood and something darker, something primal, filled my nose, making my head spin. I tried to look away again, but his grip tightened, holding me in place like a vice. "You will not ignore me," he said, the words a promise and a threat.

I nodded, the barest hint of movement, acknowledging his control over me. His hand fell away, and I took a step back, my eyes flicking to the dinner table. How could he act so casually, as if this were a normal evening between lovers rather than a prison sentence?

"How's your day?" Jungkook asked, his tone soothing despite the horror of the situation. "I hope you didn't have any problem," he added, his eyes searching my face for signs of dissent.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry with fear. "It was...fine," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

"Now, I've given you enough time to adjust," Jungkook said, his voice smooth as silk over sharpened steel. "I hope you're feeling more comfortable."

Comfortable? The word felt like a slap in the face. How could I be comfortable in this gilded cage? But I knew better than to argue, to show any sign of defiance. So I nodded, knowing the consequences of my defiance.

Jungkook's gaze followed mine, and he smirked. "You look good," he murmured, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that was as disturbing as it was undeniable. "Very... appealing."

The word hung in the air, a declaration of his intent. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "Thank you," I managed, my voice barely a thread of sound. The fear was back, a thick coil around my throat, choking the words from me.

Jungkook's smile grew, a predator enjoying the sight of his prey's fear. "Come," he said, gesturing to the dinner table with a flourish. The candles flickered, casting shadows across the pristine white tablecloth. My stomach rumbled despite my anxiety, a traitorous sound that seemed to amuse Jungkook. "Let's have dinner," he repeated, his voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down my spine. "You must be hungry."

Obediently, I took my seat, my eyes darting around the room. The soft glow from the candles painted everything in a warm light, a stark contrast to the coldness in my heart. The food looked delicious, a feast laid out before me, but all I could taste was the bitter tang of fear. Jungkook sat opposite me, his eyes never leaving my face as he began to eat. I picked at the meal, the flavors muted under the weight of my dread.