Chapter 5 – Flames of Obsession

Chapter 5 – Flames of Obsession

The penthouse was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the city’s neon glow spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass outside, tapping like a heartbeat, mirroring the pulse racing in Taeyun’s chest. Every sense was heightened tonight: the smell of Jungguk lingering in his office, the heat of desire coiling like a weapon within him, the addictive thrill of control.

Jungkook had returned unexpectedly, claiming he needed to “clarify some company documents.” But Taehyung knew better. Every step Jungguk took toward him was intentional, yet naive. He would tease, challenge, and provoke him—but he had no idea who was standing in front of him.

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Taeyun’s gaze burned. “Do you have any idea how reckless you are?” he said, voice low, dangerous, possessive. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two long, predatory strides.

Jungkook stiffened. “I… I just…”

“Shh.” Taeyun’s hand shot out, gripping Jungguk’s chin with surprising strength, tilting his head up. His thumb brushed lightly over his lips. “Don’t speak unless I allow it.”

The possessiveness in his tone was intoxicating, suffocating. Jungguk’s breath hitched, a mix of fear and undeniable arousal twisting through him. The man before him wasn’t just dominant—he was obsessive, dangerous, utterly controlling.

Before Jungguk could pull back, Taeyun’s other hand seized his wrist, yanking him closer. The press of chest to chest, the heat radiating off him, made Jungguk’s pulse stutter. “You’re mine,” Taeyun whispered against his ear, teeth grazing the shell in a whisper that sent shivers down Jungguk’s spine. “Every breath, every move… mine.”

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Jungkuk tried to step away, but Taeyun’s grip tightened, possessive and unyielding. “No,” Taeyun murmured, a growl vibrating from deep in his throat. “You can’t run from this. Not from me. Not from what I feel.”

Jungkuk swallowed hard, body trembling—not from fear alone, but from the magnetic pull of desire, danger, and dominance. Taeyun’s hands roamed possessively: one gripping the back of Jungguk’s neck, the other tracing dangerously along the curve of his jaw and down his chest. Every touch was both claiming and punishing, every movement sending heat through Jungguk’s veins.

“You… you’re insane,” Jungguk whispered, voice cracking, almost breaking.

“Insane enough to take you apart and put you back together… the way I want,” Taeyun replied, his tone low, rough, and intoxicating. He pressed Jungguk against the nearest wall, trapping him completely. The rough contact, the closeness, the danger—it was overwhelming. Jungguk’s body betrayed him, arching subtly against Taeyun’s hold.

Taeyun’s lips brushed Jungguk’s neck, leaving a trail of heat and possessive marks, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “Do you understand?” he growled. “You’re mine. I won’t share you. I won’t let anyone else near you. And you… you won’t forget me.”

Jungkuk gasped, the mixture of fear, desire, and obsession tightening around his chest. Every rough, possessive touch, every whispered threat, every growl from Taeyun rooted him there—helpless, trembling, craving.

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The tension broke in a snap of movement. Taeyun’s hands were everywhere—manhandling, possessive, obsessive. Every inch of Jungguk’s body was claimed with deliberate, dominant intensity. The young man’s protests were weak, nearly drowned out by the rough caress and whispered dominance that left him trembling in the storm of heat and obsession.

“You feel that?” Taeyun whispered, his lips dangerously close to Jungguk’s ear. “The way I claim you? The way I take you?” His hand traced the line of Jungguk’s body, possessive, obsessive, and mercilessly deliberate. “No one touches you. No one will. Not until I say so.”

Jungkuk could barely breathe. Heat, shame, arousal, and fear collided violently within him. He was trapped—physically, emotionally, and mentally—under the weight of Taeyun’s obsession. Every possessive grip, every low growl, every manhandling touch left him trembling, broken, and wanting more.

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Finally, Taeyun released him, stepping back but leaving the heat, marks, and undeniable tension between them. Jungguk’s chest rose rapidly, sweat glistening on his skin, hair sticking to his damp forehead. He was both terrified and addicted, lost in the dark orbit of Taeyun’s obsessive control.

Taeyun’s eyes burned into him, sharp, calculating, and impossibly intense. “Remember this,” he said, voice low, possessive, and dangerous. “I’m yours. And I’ll remind you of it every single day.”

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Next chapter teaser:

Taeyun’s revenge escalates against his betrayers.

Mafia rivals take notice of his growing power.

Jungguk struggles with fear, desire, and submission to Taeyun’s obsession.

Dark romance intensifies with dangerous, possessive tension.

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