🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

A silhouette. There. At the edge of her bed, no more than three feet away, seated on the only chair in the room. She blinked again. No. But there he was. Kim Taehyung. In her room. At 3:30 in the morning. Sitting too still, too comfortably-as if this were his space. The shadows danced around him, painting sharp lines along the ridges of his cheekbones, and his legs were crossed leisurely like he had been here for a while. And in his lap- Her dress. The dress. The one she bought after her first paycheck. A muted blush satin, simple, elegant... but expensive enough that she had hesitated for ten minutes before buying it. His long fingers were brushing the hem of it now, slow and possessive, like he was cataloguing its texture just to make her feel something. Y/N's mouth parted, but no sound came. She sat up slowly, blanket clutched to her chest. Her skin flushed with cold and confusion. "How-how did you come in?" He looked at her then. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if she had asked the wrong question. "Your lock," he said, matter-of-fact. "Is a joke." She stared. His tone didn't change, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a hunter with too much time. "You're practically inviting predators." He rose slowly-uncrossing those long legs, setting the dress down on the bed beside her, silk whispering across her sheets. Then, with the careful pace of a man completely sure of his control, he walked toward her. She didn't move. Couldn't. Taehyung crouched next to the bed. The distance between them collapsed in an instant. His nose brushed her cheek. His breath fanned across her neck. Then- "To rape you," Updates: 12AM ⚠️ Soft hearted, emotionally weak, cry easily, easily overwhelmed by emotions, believes in good in people, loves too deeply, too quickly, feels guilt like storm, breaks at smallest emotional roller coaster, f*cking stay away from this specific book! [Please read the HEAVY WARNING before continuing, you need your mental health, trust me!]

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!

Status: Actively Ongoing I VOW TO MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL IF I'M NOT IN IT. I PROMISE! "Look who's here to keep us entertained, Tae?" "No Y/N, please don't do this to her. It will ruin her, completely." "I repeat! She can just die then,what's stopping her?" I HOPE YOU WERE PREPARED FOR IT FROM THE TIME YOU LEFT ME . . . . . . . "You will receive your karma from God, Y/N. I avenge for you." "Alright. However, worry about yourself, I won't save it for God-for the time being, I'm your Karma. Soak in all the tears you can, for my actions are your Karma. I'm not going to take vengeance for your despair to God. In this lifetime, I shall demonstrate it to you." ~THE GAME OF LOVE AND WAR~ DEAR LORD IF YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM MINE, MAKE HIM YOURS!🥀 A 2025 BOOK Realising new episodes every Thursday and Monday. Add to your library now!

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