The air in your room felt colder than usual tonight. A strange chill crept down your spine as you sat on your bed, sipping your chilled lemon drink. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, but you weren’t afraid. You had felt this presence before.

"You're late," you whispered into the darkness, a teasing smile on your lips.

A deep chuckle echoed in the room, sending a shiver down your spine. Slowly, the shadows gathered in the corner, twisting and forming into a tall figure. His long hair fell over his sharp jawline, his lip piercing catching the dim light. Tattoos curled around his muscular arms and neck, and there it was—the mark that made your heart race.

"Only Mine Horror Queen 👑"—his claim, etched permanently on his skin.

He stepped forward, his cold fingers tracing your jawline as his dark eyes locked onto yours. "You were talking to someone else today," he murmured, his voice laced with jealousy.

You tilted your head, pretending innocence. "And if I was?"

His jaw clenched, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "Then I’ll have to remind you… you belong to me."

His icy breath ghosted over your lips as he leaned in, dangerously close. The room felt suffocating, charged with something dark, something forbidden.

"Tell me, my love... do you want me to prove it?"

You met his intense gaze, heart pounding. His fingers trailed down your neck, his touch cold yet electrifying.

"Do you even have to ask?" you whispered, teasing him.

His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes remained dark, unreadable. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin. "You like playing with fire, don’t you?"

You didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, you placed your palm against his chest, feeling the unnatural chill beneath your fingertips. "And what if I do?"

His expression hardened. In a blink, you were pressed against the wall, his strong arms caging you in. His tattoos stood out against his pale skin, the ink shifting slightly as if alive. His six-pack abs tensed beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt, the lip piercing catching the dim light as he hovered inches from your lips.

"Then I’ll have to remind you who you belong to," he murmured, voice dangerously low.

His hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his possessive stare. "No one else gets to hear your voice the way I do. No one else gets to see you like this. Only. Me."

A shiver ran through you—not from fear, but from something deeper, something forbidden. His grip softened for a moment, fingers brushing over your lips before he pulled back, his jaw tight.

"I should punish you for teasing me," he muttered, eyes flickering with a storm of emotions.

You smirked. "Then do it."

His dark chuckle sent a thrill through you. "Careful what you wish for, my queen."

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Your heart raced as his dark eyes burned into yours. The air around you felt heavier, charged with an energy only he could bring.

"You think I won’t do it?" he whispered, his cold fingers sliding down your arm.

You smirked, challenging him. "I think you like teasing me more than actually proving your words."

His jaw clenched, and in a flash, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer until your chest pressed against his hard, tattooed body. His scent—something dark and intoxicating—wrapped around you. His lips hovered near your ear, his voice a deep growl.

"You really don’t know what you’re playing with, do you, my queen?"

A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to look away. You traced a finger over the tattoo on his chest—Mine Queen👑—your name forever inked on his skin.

"I think you love when I test you," you murmured.

His grip on your waist tightened, his breathing ragged. He leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to yours. "I don’t love games. I love you. And I don’t share."

Your pulse pounded. You could see it—the storm inside him, the battle between control and obsession.

"Then prove it," you whispered.

His lips finally crashed onto yours—cold, demanding, and filled with all the possessiveness he had held back. The kiss was deep, raw, and unrelenting, as if he was sealing a claim he would never let you escape from.

As he pulled away, his fingers trailed over your lips, his voice husky. "You’re mine. And I’ll make sure you never forget it."

His kiss still lingered on your lips, sending shivers down your spine. His grip on your waist remained firm, as if he was afraid you would slip away.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice deep, his breath cold against your skin.

You looked up at him, pretending to be innocent. "Say what?"

His eyes darkened. In a blink, he lifted you, pressing your back against the wall. His strong hands pinned you in place, his body so close you could feel his cold energy seep into your skin. His six-pack abs tensed under your touch, his lip piercing glinting under the dim light.

"Say that you’re mine," he growled, his fingers tilting your chin up. "Say it, or I’ll make you."

A thrill ran through you, but you weren’t going to give in so easily. You smirked. "And what if I don’t?"

His jaw clenched. Shadows in the room flickered as the air grew colder. He was losing control.

"Then I’ll have to remind you," he whispered, voice laced with dangerous intent.

Before you could respond, the lights went out completely. A thick, icy mist wrapped around you, and suddenly, you were no longer against the wall—you were on your bed, pinned beneath him. His strong arms caged you in, his tattoos shifting like they were alive.

"No one else can touch you. No one else can have you," he murmured against your skin. His lips ghosted over your jawline, his breath chilling yet intoxicating.

Your heart pounded. His possessiveness should have scared you, but instead, it made you crave him more.

"You’re mine, my queen. And I’ll make sure you never forget it."

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The room was shrouded in darkness, but you could still feel him—his weight pressing against you, his icy breath sending chills down your spine. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the best way.

"You never answer me," he murmured, tracing a finger down your arm. His touch was cold, yet it burned like fire. "Are you mine?"

You swallowed hard, refusing to give in too easily. "Maybe."

His grip on your wrist tightened—not painful, but possessive. His long hair brushed against your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing your ear.

"Maybe isn’t good enough," he growled.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows. The room felt charged, the air thick with something otherworldly. His power pulsed around you, as if the entire house was at his mercy.

"You belong to me," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. "And I don’t like when you pretend otherwise."

You exhaled shakily, your body betraying you. He knew the effect he had on you. He smirked, his lip piercing catching the faint glow of the moonlight.

"Say it," he commanded, his fingers tracing your jaw.

You bit your lip, determined to tease him just a little longer. "Make me."

His eyes flashed with something dark, something primal. In an instant, he pinned your hands above your head, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for, my queen," he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and promise.

And then, without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours—deep, cold, and completely consuming. The room spun as his kiss stole the air from your lungs, his touch claiming every part of you.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and dangerous. "Now say it."

Your heart pounded, your resistance slipping away. With a shaky breath, you finally whispered, "I’m yours."

A satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "Good girl."

But as he stared down at you, something flickered in his gaze—something deeper, something possessive beyond words.

"And now that you’ve said it... you can never take it back

The moment the words left your lips—"I’m yours"—his entire presence changed. His grip on your wrists loosened just enough for his hands to slide down your arms, his fingers tracing your skin like he was memorizing every inch of you.

"Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough, dangerous.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his demand. "I’m yours."

A dark, satisfied smirk played on his lips. The room seemed to pulse with his energy, the air thick with something unseen yet powerful. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin as if he was marking you, claiming you.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I don’t just want your words... I want all of you."

His lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding. The coldness of his touch sent shivers through you, but the fire he ignited deep inside burned hotter than anything you’d ever felt. His kisses weren’t just passionate—they were consuming, filled with a desperate need that made your head spin.

Your fingers tangled in his long, tousled hair, pulling him even closer. He growled against your lips, his grip tightening as if he feared you would disappear.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck. His teeth grazed over your pulse, making your breath hitch. "No idea how many nights I’ve watched you, craving to touch you, to have you like this."

Your pulse raced. The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through you, making you arch against him.

"Then take me," you whispered, daring him.

His dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with a dangerous hunger. "Careful what you wish for, my queen."

And then, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, you weren’t in your bed anymore. The air was thick with the scent of something ancient, something intoxicating. Candles flickered around the dimly lit room, casting shadows that danced along the walls.

And then you saw him—standing at the edge of the massive bed, shirtless, his tattoos shifting under the candlelight. His lip piercing glinted as he smirked, his long hair falling over his face as he watched you with dark, predatory eyes.

"Welcome to my world, my queen," he murmured.

A shiver ran down your spine—not from fear, but from the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that existed. Like he would devour you whole.

"Where are we?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Somewhere no one can interrupt us," he said, stepping forward. His fingers trailed over your ankle, slowly traveling up your leg, sending chills through your body. "No one can take you from me here. No one can hear you."

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips hovering just over yours. "You said you’re mine. Now, let me show you what that means."

His lips claimed yours in a deep, feverish kiss, his cold touch setting fire to your skin. His hands roamed your body, possessive, leaving no inch untouched. He kissed you like he was starving, like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.

"You’re mine, and now... I’ll make sure you never forget it."

As he whispered those words against your skin, you knew one thing for certain—there was no escaping him.

And you didn’t want to.

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