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Taehyung's jaw was locked, the muscle ticking violently, his entire body radiating lethal fury as he stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, chest heaving, veins bulging down his arms. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, as if he was seconds away from losing every ounce of control he barely had.

"You think I wouldn't find out?" he growled, stepping forward, his voice a low, venomous rasp. "You were out with him... again."

You folded your arms across your chest, the air crackling between you. Your heart pounded, but you refused to back down. "It wasn't like that, Tae. He's just a friend-"

"Don't you dare feed me that bullshit," he snarled, his hand snapping out, grabbing your wrist-firm, not painful, but enough to make your pulse stutter. His fingers were hot against your skin, possessive. Claiming. "You laughed at his jokes. Touched his fcking arm. Wore that short little skirt I bought for me."

His nostrils flared as his dark eyes burned into yours, not just angry-ravaged by jealousy. His chest brushed yours, the heat of him searing through the tiny distance between your bodies.

Without warning, he shoved you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fell onto it. In a blur, he was over you-his hand gripping both your wrists, pinning them above your head into the mattress. His face hovered close, breath hot and ragged against your cheek.

"You don't get to dress like that for anyone but me," he hissed into your ear, his voice dropping lower, deadlier. "Every inch of you belongs to me. That smile, that body, those fcking eyes when you look at someone else-I see red, Y/N."

Your thighs squeezed involuntarily as he pressed his body against yours, hard and unrelenting. His free hand dragged slowly down the side of your face, thumb tracing your lower lip with a possessive groan.

"You're mine. Say it."

You swallowed, breath shallow. "I'm-"

He pressed down harder, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. "Say it like you mean it."

"I'm yours," you whispered, pulse fluttering like a trapped bird.

He smirked against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "Damn right you are."

Your throat tightened under his furious, hungry stare-but you smirked anyway, a wicked glint in your eye.

"You know what?" you breathed, tugging your hands free with a sudden twist and stepping back, hips swaying dangerously. "Since you're so mad... maybe you need a different kind of apology."

His gaze sharpened like a blade as you reached under the pillow-slowly, teasingly-and pulled out a pair of glinting metal handcuffs.

Taehyung's expression darkened, a muscle in his cheek twitching.

"Y/N... don't fck with me right now," he warned, voice shaking from restraint.

"Oh, baby," you purred, stalking towards him like a predator eyeing her prey, "I'm not fcking with you... I'm about to fck you."
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Moments later, the cuffs clicked shut.

Taehyung's wrists were chained wide to the headboard, veins bulging beautifully along his forearms as he flexed uselessly against the metal. His hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes; his bare chest rose and fell heavily, muscles trembling with raw, caged-up desire.