THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-77| STAY LIKE THIS!~

Taehyung lay there, watching as the soft morning sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Isabella's sleeping form with a gentle glow. He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by the peacefulness on her face.

In that moment, as the light caressed her features, she looked like an angel, radiant and ethereal. Time seemed to stand still as Taehyung drank in the sight of her. Being with her felt like a slice of heaven.

Taehyung gently brushed away a stray strand of hair from Isabella's face. With a soft whisper, he confessed, "I love you." The words floated in the air, holding a weight of meaning deeper than words could convey. In those three simple words, he poured out his heart, hoping that his emotions would be felt through his touch.

"I love you," he whispered again, his voice barely audible, as if afraid the world might steal the moment. His thumb traced her cheekbone, slow and reverent. "You're mine... and I'm yours. Always."

He kissed her forehead, lingering there—breathing her in—like she was the air he'd been missing his whole life.

Isabella stretched lazily, a soft sigh escaping her lips—until a dull ache in her abdomen pulled her sharply into memory.

Her breath caught.

The night before flooded back in flashes—his hands, his mouth, the way he said her name like a prayer. The way he moved inside her, relentless and tender all at once. The raw confession whispered against her skin.

A flush crept up her neck as she curled into the sheets still warm from his body, fingertips brushing the spot where he'd bitten her shoulder—a bruise already blooming beneath his claim.And despite everything... she smiled.

Because for the first time, running wasn't an option.

She was his.

And gods help anyone who tried to take him from her now.

She lay there, the memory of their intimate night replaying in her mind. The pain in her abdomen was a reminder of the passionate moments they had shared, making her heart flutter with emotion. It wasn't just about physical intimacy; it was about connection and love.

She wrapped herself in the sheets, feeling a mix of vulnerability and empowerment. For once, she didn't want to run from what she felt. She wanted to embrace it fully.

Isabella knew that she belonged with Taehyung - not out of obligation or fear but because their bond transcended mere words or actions.

"I'm his," she whispered softly to herself,"and he's mine."

Taehyung entered the room quietly, tray in hand, dressed only in his trousers. As their eyes met, a subtle flush rose on Isabella's cheeks, and she instinctively pulled the sheets closer to her body as if they could shield her from his gaze.

He took a moment to savor the sight of her in bed—sleep-disheveled hair, warm cheeks, and eyes that betrayed a hint of shyness, even after everything that had happened between them the night before. A soft, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Taehyung perched on the edge of the bed, his gaze unyielding, and observed her with a steady intensity. As her skin prickled with goosebumps, Isabella murmured softly, "Stop staring."

A slight smile curved at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, propping himself up on one hand as he replied, "And why should I? You're mine to look at now."

His voice was low, rough with sleep and something deeper—possession, affection, awe. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before trailing his fingers down to the mark on her neck—the bruise he left last night like a promise.

"Every inch of you," he murmured. "I'll stare as long as I want."

His touch lingered on her neck, his fingers tracing the bruise on her skin. She shivered at the possessive gesture, her heart pounding.

She shot him a half-hearted glare, cheeks flushed. "You're insufferable." She tried to sound stern, but the effect was ruined by the breathy hitch in her voice.