🩸 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?"

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.

'𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.'

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!]

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤: 1(𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒) [ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 🕊.⋆] 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧~ "𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧" he whispered a promise dressed as permission. "𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴." He never touched her. Not even once. Cause he never needed to. His presence behind the shadows of darkness was enough to be a living nightmare beneath her skin. She was nothing but a fleeting flicker of innocence in a room full of wolves until she caught the eyes of Kim Taehyung. A single name that has whispered fear across the nations. A cold-blooded ruler of the Seoul underground. He doesn't love. He owns. He consumes. His obsession isn't passion- it's control sharpened to a blade stalking her every heartbeat. He wasn't a human being. He was darkness personified. And she? A prey caught in his corrupted web. This isn't a love story. It's slow possession. And she wasn't the heroine but rather a holy offering.

Jeon Jungkook is a man who gets what he wants. At thirty-five, the ruthless CEO of Jeon Corporation controls an empire built on power, money, and fear. When a scandal threatens his reputation, he decides on the simplest solution- a wife. Not love. Not forever. Just a one-year contract marriage. Y/N is a struggling bartender barely surviving, drowning in hospital bills while trying to save her five-year-old nephew, Jihoo, who is losing his battle with cancer. So when Jungkook offers to pay for every treatment, she signs the contract without hesitation. One year. One fake marriage. One dangerously powerful man. It was supposed to be nothing more than a deal. But living with Jeon Jungkook was never going to be simple. And the moment Y/N signs that contract, she realizes something far more dangerous than his reputation- Because to Jeon Jungkook, marriage was never just part of the scandal. It was the beginning of something far more dangerous. And somewhere between pretending to be his wife and surviving his world... the line between fake and real begins to disappear.

He was the beast while she was the beauty and if the beauty doesn't escape or run away from the beast what is there to be interesting then Ofcourse she will run away from him and will end up in his arms but what she'll do when he'll cut her only wings so that even if she gets away from him He will scatter her brutally There Is A Beast In Me Having A Desire To Chain You Up And Force You Day And Night! To Eat You Up Entirely Till There Is Nothing Left To Pull You Up To The Endless Deep Hole, So That Your Body And Soul Will Remember Me Only AND YOU COULD NOT STRUGGLE ANYMORE! COULD NOT LEAVE! COULD NOT ESCAPE! In the end the only person that will pick up her scattered dreams and soul will be the KIM TAEHYUNG this fuckin SINFUL KIM TAEHYUNG ONLY!! What will happen when his sinful Possessive personality will swallow her many dreams?? An Angel who pulled the devil from the darkness But he pushed her into the darkness A story about a sinful love Don't copy or repost my story even with credits, I won't even appreciate it, this story is purely based and created on my imagination and nothing