The storm outside howled like a warning. Rain lashed against the tall windows, and thunder shook the sky. Lightning flashed, briefly lighting up the luxurious penthouse in stark silver.
Your heart pounded as you moved through the shadows, careful and quiet. Every step was calculated, your gloved fingers moving quickly across the console. The security system was down-for now. You had thirty minutes to find the files and disappear.
You thought you were alone.
Until a low voice slid out of the darkness, smooth and cold.
"You always wear something sinful when you're about to sin."
You froze.
Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes flew to the corner of the room-and there he was.
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Kim fucking Taehyung.
He leaned against the wall like he owned the world, black silk shirt clinging to his sculpted chest, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of skin. His long fingers toyed with a silver ring, the metal glinting with each spin. His dark eyes locked on you, sharp and unreadable, full of heat and danger.
You swallowed hard. "I was just-"
"Don't," he interrupted, voice lazy but sharp. "Lie to me again, and I might get angry."
He stepped away from the wall, slow and graceful like a predator. His boots didn't make a sound, but the weight of his presence was deafening.
You took a shaky breath, willing yourself not to tremble.
"Your legs are shaking," he said, tilting his head. "That dress doesn't help."
You hated how your knees gave slightly. How your skin burned under his stare. He smirked, lips curling like he could see every single thought in your head.
"Turn around," he said softly, sliding his gloves off finger by finger.
You didn't move.
"I said..." His voice dropped lower, a cold edge cutting through the warmth. "Turn around, sweetheart. Or I'll show you what happens to little thieves who disobey."
With a tense breath, you turned slowly, spine straight, chin high. You wouldn't show fear. Not in front of him.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" you asked, voice tight.
"No," he said simply, stepping closer until his chest brushed your back. His heat swallowed you whole. "You're turned on."
Your body stiffened. You took a step forward, but his hand caught your wrist-fast, firm, inescapable. He pulled you back into his chest. You gasped, the smell of his cologne overwhelming you-spice, musk, pure temptation.
