BLOOD AND DESIRE

Owned by My Sin

Part 3

The night pressed against the old mansion like a suffocating shroud. Every corner whispered with shadows, every flicker of candlelight seemed to burn with hidden hunger. tae had thought he could escape for a while, breathe freely, but he had been wrong. There was no escaping Victor… and no escaping the pull that chained him to him.

tae reflection in the cracked mirror looked fragile, too pale. tae lips trembled as he pressed the blade gently against his skin. A sharp sting followed, the thin red line blooming across his wrist like a poisonous rose. It wasn’t death he sought—it was silence. Silence from the endless war inside his—between hate and desire, between the sin Victor represented and the twisted comfort he found in his presence.

The door creaked open.

“Stop.”

His voice was low, deadly, yet not out of anger—out of something else. Something darker. Victor stepped in, his tall frame drowning the room in shadows. His black shirt clung to his chest, tattoos peeking from the edges like secrets carved into flesh. His lip piercing glimmered faintly as his jaw tightened.

taehyung froze. The blade slipped from his fingers and clattered against the floor.

Victor was in front of his in seconds. He grabbed his wrist roughly, forcing his wounded skin into the light. Blood trickled down, and his dark eyes—cold to the world but molten for his—burned with rage.

“Do you think pain will save you from me?” he whispered, his voice husky, broken, dangerous. “Do you think cutting yourself will cut me out of you?”

Tears stung his eyes, but he bit his lip, refusing to answer.

His grip tightened. “Answer me, taehyung”

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his innocence tangled with defiance. “Maybe pain is the only thing I can control… because I can’t control you.”

Something flickered in his eyes—jealousy, madness, possession. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re right. You can’t control me. But don’t you dare destroy yourself. Your pain belongs to me. Your body, your blood, your sin—” his lips brushed her ear, sinful, cruel, “—all mine.”

A shiver ran down his spine. His heart screamed to push him away, but his body betrayed him . Heat coiled low in his stomach, shame mixing with desire.

“Victor…” he whispered, half a plea, half a curse.

His thumb smeared the blood across her wrist before lifting it to his lips. He kissed the wound as if sealing it with his hunger. The sight alone was sinful, blasphemous—and yet he couldn’t look away.

“You think anyone else could touch you like this? That anyone else would dare to taste your pain?” His lips curved into a cruel smirk. “No. Only me. And I will never let you forget that.”

A sob tore from his throat. “Why me? Why are you doing this to me?”

His eyes darkened, a storm of obsession. “Because the first time I saw you, I knew you were born for my sin. You walk in light, but you belong in my darkness. I will burn every man who looks at you. I will carve my name into your soul until nothing remains but me.”

His body shook, torn between horror and craving. The way his words dripped with violence, the way his touch claimed his even in his brokenness—everything about him was a prison he couldn’t escape.

Victor tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. His lips hovered above his, but he didn’t kiss him. He made him beg with silence, made him tremble with anticipation.

Jealousy burned in him even now. He remembered the boy at college who had smiled at him , dared to sit near him . The image had haunted him all day, fueled the rage in his veins. He wanted to kill. He wanted to make him bleed. He wanted to make him his.

“Look at me, taehyung,” he ordered.

He wide, tear-stained eyes met his.

“You belong to me. Not to their laughter, not to their kindness, not to their hands. Only mine. If you ever let anyone touch you again—” his hand slid to his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, “—I’ll remind you who owns you. Even if I have to break you into pieces and put you back together with my hands.”

A twisted part of his heart ached with longing. Why did his cruelty feel like salvation? Why did his possession feel safer than the world outside?

His lips parted, trembling. “Victor… you’ll ruin me.”

He smirked, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. “That’s the point, little sinner. You were never meant to be saved.”

And then, finally, his lips crashed against hers—hungry, punishing, desperate. The kiss tasted of blood and sin, of everything forbidden. His tears mixed with his desire, and he realized with horror… he was kissing him back.

tae blade lay forgotten on the floor.

But the real danger was already inside his—his name, carved into his veins like a curse he could never escape.

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