" PETAL IN HIS GRIP " ~~~ 1 Book of Mine😚🤙💀 ~~~ What screamed submission louder- His lowered gaze or the way he flinched under Taehyung's stare? . . . . What will happen when the Tiny rebel named- Jeon jungkook will come face to face with The greatest son of Kim's?? _____ English is NOT my first language, so please be kind. This work is purely fictional and created for storytelling purposes only. This is purely my work-and not stolen or anything. *I will mention the sensitive/mature contents in the chapter. _____ 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

── .✦ Haunted by grief, King Oscar finds peace only with his maid, Annabella. To secure her presence, he uses a forged contract, binding her as his "Personal Attendant." When his possessive desire escalates, Oscar shatters her innocence with a calculated seduction, demanding her complete surrender. Annabella must navigate the dizzying reality of her new role-going from serving maid to the King's exclusive obsession. 1# royal romance

"You are not going to leave me. No matter what. IS. THAT. CLEAR?" His voice was a low, inhuman growl. I froze. "And what made you think that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, thumb pressing hard, fingers digging into my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes-dark, unblinking-held something far more terrifying than rage. Obsession. He leaned in, whispering at the hollow of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment the thought of leaving me crossed your mind... you called the devil himself." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed, pulling my face closer, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me human... but only you can bring out the monster every single time." "You're not the man I loved. You're not the man I married." My voice trembled, my body shaking at the darkness I had never seen. That night, Roop saw the man she had married-Not the one she loved. But the one the world feared. Her husband. Her tormentor. Her predator. Her Dev. The man who was once her home had become a golden cage. She was now the prisoner of the mafia king the world called insane-a monster carved from shadows and power. Yet sometimes the world is so cruel, and love so blinding, that even a cage can feel like heaven. He wasn't a jealous man. He was territorial- And his kind of territory ended bloodlines, not conversations. A war between fire and ice. Between obsession, hunger, and power. Between a girl desperate to escape the world- And a man who would burn the world to keep her safe. Or more precisely... to keep her with him. Welcome to the beginning of Roop and Deva's story. A tale of possession. Madness. And a love that was never meant to be gentle.

/ˌserənˈdipədē/ (n.) To find something good without looking for it "they annoying," I said quietly. He leaned on the counter beside me, close enough I could feel his shoulder. "yeah," he murmured, eyes soft. "but I'm only here for you anyway."