part 1

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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