❝ You are not fucking cutting it! ❞ "I am." His eye brow cocked, not taking any of your threatening stares seriously. This jerk! "I love my vines of bougainvillea, you're not touching them." "Watch me." He smirked. A horrified gasp swished under your breath when he pulled out a knife. "I'll not let Bam fuck Asa!" Your teeth grit harder, throwing molten fire at his stupid, handsome face. The sentence was spat out from your mouth with much distaste and left behind acid. Petty. Juvenile. Evil. You hated him and that dumb twitch of his lips and ridiculously soft hair and the giant, broad chest and sexy-No! "It's so hot when you curse." "Well then, fuck you, asshole!" ••• ⟼ mature content. kids don't interact. 18+ content. ⟼ smuts, swearing, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, hostility, arousal through hate, kinky shit, etc.

Genre: Dark Romance|Mafia|Identity Deception|Obsession "Don't scream my brother's name, when I'm the one who's f*cking you!" Kim Taehyung Fanfiction.

Home. Such a funny concept. She felt more at home here than she ever did anywhere before, and that thought scared her. Maybe home wasn't a place but a person. Boundaries. She was always good with boundaries, but not with him. He had a fascinating power over her that she had never felt before. It was mesmerizing and intoxicating. He grabbed her hand. "Come ", Tae said as he pulled her up from the chair next to the campfire. She knew she should have said no, but she went with him anyway.

"Do you think you can get away from me, huh?" He asked striding towards her. She trembled at his intimidating voice trying to free her hand from the chains. "P-please...i-i am s-sorry.... Don't hurt m-me..." She begged him trembling in fear. The dominant inside him groaned in satisfaction looking at her helpless tied up form. He bend down to her level and whispered in her ear making her shiver "time for punishment, sweetheart."

He was power dressed in silence - Kim Taehyung, Italy's most feared mafia boss. Cold. Ruthless. Desired by many, yet touched by none. A man who ruled the Valentini empire with a stare that could kill - and a heart long turned to stone. Then he saw her. Y/N Vasilakis, the elegant Greek heiress with sunlight in her eyes and a ring on her finger. Engaged. Untouchable. Everything he shouldn't want - yet the only thing he couldn't forget. When Taehyung decides she will be his, no promise, no distance, and no man can stop him. One forced marriage. Two burning tempers. A collision of passion, power, and pain. She was supposed to fear him. He was never supposed to feel anything. But when darkness tastes light - obsession turns into something far more dangerous. @all right reserved @mature

"I call you HER , Cuz you're my tear." She was all his, but he was never her.

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

" You belong to me " He declared and her heart sank. Her hands trembled as he took heavy steps towards her. The noise of his shoe's heels echoing in the quiet room along with her heavy breath. His dark oceanic eyes stared into her hazel ones with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips. " I am your husband " He said as if to remind her what he was to her. His hands rested on each side of her, trapping her. Her eyes glossed with unshed tears as she bit her quivering lip to hide her fear. " You are not my husband. You're fucking traitor. A sick bastard. " She gritted every word and watched as his smirk widened showing his teeth while he tilted his head, amazed by her courage. He slowly leaned in, his hot breath fanned her face making her close her eyes in fear. He moved his head in the crook of her neck and softly licked her neck before biting her warm skin making her gasp. She clenched her fists on his chest and he moved his head to her ears and rubbed his nose against her earlobe before whispering something that made her legs give up. " Whether you like it or not, you belong to this sick bastard and tonight, I am going to make sure you scream my name so loud that even God will know who you belong to. " •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Two lives bound by Fate, entwined with love. They were the "Childhood Sweethearts" the kind, where their first meet was when She was in the bassinet of the hospital and He was one year old in his mother's arms. He was her anchor in every storm, she was his solace in every chaos. But Life is a game, where nothing is steady, only Fate's dice is the lead. Immerse yourself in this rollercoaster journey of our Childhood Sweethearts to know more.