"W-what ar-..." But before than I could finish my sentence he came closer to me and smashed his lips onto mine. I tryed to push him away but he was more stronger then me. I didn't kissed him back what made him angry. He pulled away and looked at me. "Kiss me back." He said. "No!!" I said as tears started forming in my eyes. "You are making me mad baby. Kiss your daddy back hmm." He said and was about to kiss me again when I spoke. "You are still same, you didn't changed even a bit. You are still that cruel monster." I said as I was looking at him.

"You belong to me, Jungkook. Every breath, every thought, every scream... it all belongs to me." Jungkook was exhausted, his body trembling as he cried silently in the rooftop's corner. Taehyung watched him secretly. Those tears-those broken eyes-they should belong to him, he thought. Taehyung waited, until Jungkook came himself to him, and when he did. Taehyung smiled coldly. Jungkook was his now-his to break, his to cherish. And no one else would ever be allowed to see him like this again. The fun had begun. In a tale of possession and control, the line between love and obsession blurs until there is no escape... only surrender! ───────────────────────

𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹'𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗯𝗼𝘆... 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁, 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀..... • • • 𝗔 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦 - 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 REACHED #1 in topkook [23.08] #1 in bottomtae [24.09] #2 in taekook [20.09] #7 in taekook [14.01] #8 in vkook [20.09] #26 in jungkook [12.01] #28 in fanfics [10.01]

Brutal mafia who fell in love with a famous actor.....

⚠️warning⚠️ this story involves BDSM, stalk home syndrome, DDLB, abuse, blood, rape, yelling/shouting, suicidal thoughts, depression, self harm, stutter, tics, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these, this will be the only warning

When a Mafia helps a boy in paying his university fees and by giving him shelter. And no one knows when his care turned into an obsession.....

"You were always mine. You just didn't know it yet." For years, He watched. Controlled. Owned. Every step his Rose took, every breath he drew-He made sure, his Rose was safe and protected. He pulled strings in the shadows, eliminating threats, shaping his Rose's world without him ever knowing. His Rose grew up safe. Happy. Unaware. But he wasn't just protecting him, He was waiting. Now, on his Rose's eighteenth birthday, the leash snaps. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. This is not a love story-it's an obsession. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, his Rose will learn the terrifying truth: He was never free. "I paved your entire life, little one. Did you really think you ever had a choice?" - Lucian Moretti.

What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

Luke ran. Bare feet slapped floor, each step sending pain screaming up his legs, but he didn't stop. The corridor stretched endlessly, alarms blaring so loudly they felt like they were drilling straight into his skull. Everywhere he turned guards. "Caught him!" The shout ripped Luke's breath broke into sobs. He was naked, His body trembled, bruises blooming across his skin His legs barely held him anymore. Patients screamed from locked rooms as he passed, some laughing, some crying, some pounding on doors. The entire asylum was awake now He saw a door at the end of the hall. Luke stumbled forward, nearly collapsing, and grabbed the handle with shaking hands. He yanked once. Twice. Again. Locked. "No... no, please..." Footsteps stopped behind him. Luke turned. Three guards stood there. Luke backed away until his spine hit the locked door. Before he could scream, before he could beg, rough hands seized him. He fought weakly, nails scraping uselessly. They dragged him away . Luke was strapped down before he fully understood where he was. Leather restraints bit into his wrists and ankles, pinning him to a cold metal chair. Thick wires and thin tubes were attached to his chest, arms, neck everywhere. The machine beside him hummed softly He shook uncontrollably. "I didn't kill anyone," Luke sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "I swear... please... I promise... please don't do this..." A guard stepped forward and flipped a switch. The machine roared to life. Electricity tore through Luke's body . His back arched violently against the restraints as a scream ripped from his throat. The asylum swallowed his screams whole.