Short Stories: Velvet Desires! (Taekook)
All Mine: Taste Of Sin! #3
Taehyung woke with a sharp gasp, his body sinking into silk sheets softer than anything he’d ever touched.
But the luxury meant nothing compared to the cold weight wrapped around his wrists dark, obsidian-like chains, humming with a faint, sinister pulse.
They weren’t ordinary shackles; they vibrated with dark magic, binding not just his movements but suppressing something deep within him he hadn’t yet understood.
Across the lavish chamber, Jungkook lounged on a velvet chaise, a glass of crimson liquid lazily spinning between his fingers.
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