The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid

She walked in the university's backyard where she called him to meet her she clutched over the paper bag in her hand tightly. He was already there looking at her with cool gaze. "What happened? Why did you call me here?" he asked, his voice as blunt and cold as ever. She swallowed hard, forcing her feet to move closer as she held the bag out to him with both hands. "H-happy g-graduation... s-sunbae," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. His brows twitched, just slightly, and he reached out to take the bag. Pulling out the contents, he revealed a silver-colored watch-minimalistic yet elegant. It wasn't branded, wasn't flashy, but there was something about it-something simple and thoughtful. He stared at it for a moment longer than she expected. "It's... nice," he said flatly. His voice remained emotionless, but his fingers lingered on the watch as if it surprised him. Her shoulders slumped. She looked down, eyes dimming, convinced he didn't like it. Maybe it was too cheap. Maybe she was stupid to even try. But then, his voice dropped again-deeper this time, almost commanding. "Come here. I'll give you a return gift." Her head snapped up, eyes wide. "W-what?" "Come. Here." His eyes didn't waver, and though his tone was still unreadable, something flickered behind it. With hesitant steps, she moved closer, her heart pounding erratically. Before she could say a word, his arm slipped around her waist in one swift motion, firm and unrelenting. A gasp escaped her lips, but it was silenced just as quickly- He pulled her flush against him, and without warning, his lips crashed down on hers. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive. Intense. Like he had been holding back and finally lost control. And in that fleeting, breath-stealing moment, Hwang Jane had no idea- That this kiss wasn't a thank you. It was the beginning of his obsession. and this was the starting of him being obsessed with a little girl who had a huge crush on him

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction. 🔞🔞

Preist: You may now kiss the bride The preist announced making Taehyung clench his jaw and Yn to shiver in fear. She gulped hard on her saliva while her gaze was fixed on the floor. Taehyung took few steps towards her, realising everyone's gaze was on him, closing the rational distance between them making Yn tremble. Taehyung wrapped his right hand around Yn's waist pulling her closer towards him making their bodies to collide with each other's. Taehyung's grip on Yn's waist tightened making her gasp lightly. Taehyung smirked at Yn's reaction, while his grip on her waist kept getting harsher and tighter, pulling her even closer. His left hand trailed to cup her face as he leaned down to her level, closing the distance between there faces, and started rubbing his thumb against her lower lip gently yet sensually while looking into her eyes with a hint of hatred, anger and desire. Taehyung: You choose hell Miss LEE Yn It all started from hate, ego and disgust. Kim Taehyung hot, cold and rude person with anger issues addicted to winning lost his control when a mere girl achieved better than him and that's when his life took a turn. The male lead Kim Taehyung holds a dominant, possessive and rude nature while the female lead, y/n, is a weak character, a soft, introvert person who never speaks for herself and hides her emotions but always take a stand for others. Somehow their fate bounds them in an unexpected relation. One had clear sense of hate while the other carried a sense of responsibility and compulsion. Join to know what happens when a girl who thinks she is hard to love meets someone who loves her like she is the only thing keeping him alive. Disclaimer: This story contains mature content which might not be suitable for certain readers. ⚠️DONT REPOST⚠️

"um, can you like not look at my lips?" "i, i can't hear you so, im lip reading." i've never felt so ashamed in my entire life. [highest #1 kth on JIN DAY '18]

"I'm so obsessed with his cheeks."

"I loved you," she said, letting the tears come back. "Y/n, don't cry." "And you promised to love me too, but it was all a lie. I was warned not to trust you, and I told them they were all wrong. You made me look like a fool." She sobbed. He still held her hands above her head. "You don't want to be with me, and I don't want to be with you. Let me go." Warning This story is toxic theme, with the reality of man.

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.