Her back hit the cold wall with a soft thud, but she barely felt it.
Taehyung's mouth was on hers again—hungry, searing, and merciless. His hands were everywhere, gripping her thighs, skimming over the curve of her hips, pressing her deeper into him. Her legs were locked around his waist, her arms clutching his shoulders as if letting go would tear her apart.
She could taste the danger on his lips—the fury from her defiance, the madness from her absence. And she met it with equal desperation.
Her fingers curled into his hair, tugging hard. He growled against her lips, the sound low and predatory, vibrating through her entire body.
"You're playing with fire," he rasped against her mouth.
Her nails dragged down his back, a sharp sting through his shirt. "I've been burning for you all along," she shot back.
A feral smirk tugged at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. His grip tightened on her thighs, fingers digging in just hard enough to make her whimper.
"Careful what you ask for, princess," he drawled darkly. "Because once I ruin you this time, there'll be nothing left."
His mouth crushed hers again, and she surrendered to him completely.
She didn't know how long they stayed like that—lips bruising, bodies tangled. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her head spinning, her lips swollen.
Taehyung's chest heaved, his eyes dark and feral as they dragged over her face, down the column of her throat, and lower.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was their erratic breathing and the faint hum of the city beyond the windows.
Then, his eyes narrowed, darkening into something dangerous.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice low and lethal.
She blinked, her chest rising and falling sharply. "Taehyung…"
"Now."
Her stomach clenched at the sheer authority in his voice. Her knees felt weak, but she obeyed, slipping down from the wall and slowly moving toward the massive bed at the center of the room.
She could feel his eyes burning into her back as she climbed onto the silky black sheets.
When she turned around, he was already pulling his tie loose, the dark fabric slipping through his fingers with sinful ease. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, deliberately, as if he wanted her to see every inch of him—the broad chest, the sharp lines of his abs, the taut muscles flexing with every movement.
He was perfect. Lethal and beautiful.
And he was hers.
But she knew better than to mistake this for tenderness. No, tonight, there would be no softness.
Tonight, Taehyung was going to break her.
And God help her—she wanted him to.
He stalked toward the bed with predatory grace, his eyes locked onto her like she was his prey. The moment he reached her, he placed a knee on the mattress and leaned over her, bracing himself on his forearms, caging her in.
"You ran from me." His voice was low, menacing. "And you thought you could disappear."
Her throat tightened.
"You thought I wouldn't find you." He leaned down, brushing his lips against her throat. "You thought I would let you go."
Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her skin, not quite biting, but enough to make her pulse skitter.
His hand slid down her side, slow and possessive, before gripping her thigh.
"Foolish girl," he rasped against her skin. "I would have torn this entire city apart looking for you."
Her fingers fisted in the sheets.
His lips traced over her collarbone, then lower, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"You think I'm dangerous," he murmured darkly. "But you haven't seen anything yet."
She shuddered beneath him.
And still, she didn't push him away.
No, she clung to him.
Her nails sank into his shoulders, dragging across his skin, and he groaned at the slight sting. His fingers slid higher, brushing against her hip bone, then slipping beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
"Taehyung," she breathed.
His eyes snapped to hers.
There was nothing gentle in his gaze.
Only possession.
And raw, unyielding obsession.
"Say it again," he ordered, his voice hoarse with need.
Her lips parted. "Taehyung."
His eyes turned molten.
He crushed his mouth to hers again, devouring her as though she was the only thing keeping him sane.
But there was no sanity left.
Not for him.
Not when it came to her.
At some point, she didn't know when they ended up tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with nothing but ragged breaths, and the faint hum of the city beyond the windows.
Her limbs were weak, trembling slightly from the aftermath of his possession. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her heart still racing.
But he wasn't finished.
No, the madness in his eyes was still there.
He propped himself up on one elbow, his hand trailing down her spine with a lazy, almost reverent touch.
But his eyes were anything but lazy.
They were still wild. Still hungry.
"You think you're leaving again?" His voice was low and dangerous. "You're not."
Her breath caught.
His fingers wrapped around her wrist, firm, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him.
"You're mine," he whispered against her lips, his voice like a promise and a threat. "For better or worse. For eternity."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Taehyung…"
His hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face toward him, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Marry me."
The words hit her like a physical blow.
Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, wide-eyed, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
But the brutal determination in his eyes told her she had.
She shook her head slightly, disbelieving. "What…?"
His fingers tightened against her jaw, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her still.
"Marry me," he repeated, his voice rough with emotion. "Tonight. Now."
Her eyes widened further.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
"You think I'm letting you go?" His voice was low, threatening. "You think I'll let you slip away again?" His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, his eyes burning into hers. "No, princess. You're going to be mine in every way. You're going to wear my name. My ring. And you're never going to run again."
Her chest constricted.
Her hands trembled slightly against his skin, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she stared into the eyes of the man who had ruined her completely—the man who had shattered her world and pieced it back together with blood and fire.
And she knew.
There was no escape.
There never was.
He was in her blood, in her soul. She could run to the edge of the earth, and he would still find her.
Because she was his.
Always had been.
And always would be.
Her lips parted slightly.
"Say yes," he demanded, his voice hoarse, almost pleading. "Say yes, or I'll burn this whole fucking city down."
Her breath caught.
For a moment, the world seemed to be still.
Then, she reached up, her fingers trembling slightly, and she traced his jaw with featherlight touches.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yes."
A low, guttural sound tore from his throat, something between a growl and a groan.
Before she could take another breath, his mouth was on hers again, hard and possessive.
And she knew—there was no turning back.
She had made a deal with the devil.
And she would burn with him forever.