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The words echoed in the vast silence between you.
"We'll get married... soon."
It wasn't a proposal. It was a decree. A sentence.
Your breath caught in your throat, but you made no sound. Not even a flinch. There was nothing left inside you that could react anymore. Whatever pain you had left to feel... had already been wrung dry.
Still crouched in front of you, Taehyung tilted his head, watching you. His thumb brushed across your cheek like he was admiring a sculpture. Like he was trying to breathe life into your stillness—but not out of love. Out of control. Out of triumph.
Out of madness.
You blinked once, slowly. Your lashes were damp with tears that had stopped falling long ago, leaving only salt behind.
His thumb hovered for a second longer before he pulled away and stood up.
"I'll give you time to adjust," he murmured, his voice laced with syrupy malice. "This place, this life... it'll sink into your skin eventually. You'll fight, cry, starve—but in the end, you'll crawl back. You always do." He leaned in closer, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "And if not... I'll just break you in ways that make obedience feel like mercy."
And with that, he turned and walked away, the click of his polished shoes fading into the distance.
The moment the door closed behind him, the silence came crashing back like a tsunami.
You exhaled—ragged, shallow, as if you'd been holding your breath for hours.
And then, you collapsed again.
But this time... it wasn't weakness.
It was something else.
Your fingers curled into the floor, nails digging into the icy marble. Your teeth gritted. Your body still trembled, but your eyes... your eyes were no longer empty.
They were haunted. Wild. Alive.
Because in that moment—somewhere between the agony and ashes—something inside you shifted.
Not like a lightning bolt. Not like a loud roar. But like a match... struck quietly in the dark.
A flicker.
A whisper of resistance.
Because you realised... he'd made a mistake.
He thought he'd won. That breaking your heart meant breaking you.
