That night, when Arin and Seo-young met in the private sanctuary of their bedroom, the clamor of the outside world seemed to fade away. Faint moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal and emotional glow over their surroundings. Arin stood before the mirror, but when Seo-young approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her, a tremor coursed through her body.
There was no hardness in Seo-young's eyes tonight; there was only deep devotion. He gently led Arin to the edge of the bed and knelt before her. Though Arin felt a bit overwhelmed, her inhibitions began to melt away under his touch. Seo-young took her hands in his and kissed them with lingering passion. Arin looked down in shyness, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
Suddenly, Seo-young leaned down toward her feet. With immense tenderness, he took them in his hands and pressed a deep, affectionate kiss onto her thigh. Arin was completely unprepared for such a moment; a sharp shiver raced down her spine. Overwhelmed with modesty, she covered her face with both hands, her heart racing. She could only whisper, "What are you doing..."
Seo-young smiled, a smile filled with a strange sense of possessiveness. He stood up, pressed a long kiss to her forehead, and slowly laid her back on the bed. Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he began to unbutton his shirt. In the dim light, Seo-young's muscular frame and his calm, intense gaze held Arin captive in a web of fascination.
As Arin saw Seo-young draw closer, it felt as though time had stood still. The sound of their breathing was the only thing audible. Seo-young leaned in and whispered near her ear, "The fear of losing you makes me even more desperate for you, Arin. Let a new chapter of our lives begin tonight."
In that secret room within a Seoul skyscraper, a silent story of two heartbeats and infinite love was written. Arin realized that this man did not just exert authority over her; he was a fortress protecting her. The room grew silent. As Seo-young came very close, Arin's entire consciousness was limited to his intimate touch. She understood that this union was not just of two bodies, but a profound moment of two souls bonding. With care and love, Seo-young dispelled her hesitation and took her into his arms.
As the emotion between them reached its peak, Seo-young steadily surrendered himself to the depths of Arin's being. At that moment, Arin's body shook with a powerful tremor; her breathing quickened, and she gripped Seo-young's shoulders tightly in a blur of passion. A strange sense of pleasure and total fulfillment washed over her. Seo-young wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and held her with profound tenderness.
In that private time, there were no words—only the deep silence of feeling each other's heartbeats. Arin felt exactly how much yearning and love lay hidden behind Seo-young's stern personality.
As the night grew deeper, Arin forgot all her exhaustion and lay quietly with her head on Seo-young's chest. The moonlight through the window spread an otherworldly serenity over them. It was the most emotional and memorable night of their lives. Every corner of the room seemed to bear witness to their love. When Seo-young kissed her thigh again, Arin recoiled in shyness, clutching the white bedsheets with both hands. Her fair face was flushed, and a strange thrill played behind her eyelids.
When Seo-young unbuttoned his shirt and leaned over her, her heartbeat was almost audible. In that ultimate moment of intimacy, as Seo-young merged himself with the core of her being, Arin's body shook with an intense vibration. In that sudden surge of emotion, two tears rolled down her cheeks, and a faint cry broke the silence of the room. She held the sheet tightly, trying to manage her emotions.
Seeing her light tears, Seo-young did not stop; instead, he increased his intensity and affection. The sound of her cry seemed to bring a strange sense of peace and the joy of victory to his heart. He smiled faintly—not with contempt, but with the ultimate satisfaction of making Arin completely his. Though Arin winced slightly at the sensation, she was soon overcome by a deep sense of belonging.
In the midst of that turbulent moment, a mysterious and mischievous smile appeared in Seo-young's eyes. While Arin was lost in the trance of love, Seo-young pulled a shiny pistol from the bedside drawer. Arin recoiled in fear, but Seo-young reassured her, showing her the pistol was empty, containing no bullets.
He took a cold, smooth metal bullet in his hand and brushed it against the sensitive parts of her body. The contrast of that cold touch against the heat of her skin created a strange sensation. When Seo-young introduced the bullet to her most private space, Arin's body arched like a bow. A sharp thrill and excitement caused a light fluid to escape her body. In a daze, Arin whispered, "How does it feel..."
Seo-young didn't answer; he only looked into her eyes and smiled. He removed the bullet and entered her himself once more. Arin's body moved again with powerful emotion. Then, Seo-young held the bullet near her lips. Arin closed her eyes in fear and excitement as he playfully mimicked the gesture of firing. But no—he only gave her the cold touch of the bullet on her wet lips, taking her to the height of arousal.
Arin became completely limp, surrendering herself to him. The strange and thrilling games of that night deepened the chemistry of their relationship, making it bolder. They both realized their love wasn't confined to ordinary emotions; it was infused with madness and an indomitable pull.
The turbulent moment reached its ultimate climax. Seo-young held one of Arin's legs firmly in his powerful grip and, without hesitation, pushed himself deep into her with all his strength. In that combination of intense impact and ultimate pleasure, Arin's body felt numb; she could only let out a faint cry and scratch Seo-young's shoulder.
There was a primal intoxication in Seo-young's eyes. Looking into Arin's eyes, he began to whisper in Korean: "Saranghae, Arin... Neon nae geoya" (I love you, Arin... You are mine). His voice held a strange magnetism and sense of ownership. He claimed her repeatedly in Korean, which sounded like a sweet melody to Arin's ears; though she didn't understand the words, the feeling pierced her heart.
With every movement, Arin felt his frenzy. An electric current surged through every vein in her body. Seo-young's words of love in a foreign tongue and the intimate touch of his body took Arin to another world. Setting aside all shame, she gave herself entirely to him.
The whole room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and Seo-young's deep Korean voice. Arin realized that this man had conquered her not just physically, but mentally as well. After a long time of this intense emotion, they both collapsed into each other's arms in total fulfillment.
In the silence of the late night, Seo-young kissed Arin's sweat-drenched forehead and said again in Korean, "Gomawo" (Thank you). Arin smiled; this was one word she recognized. She hid her face in his chest and let out a sigh of peace.
At the end of that tumultuous moment, a deep tranquility descended upon the room. Arin was panting with exhaustion, but the deep intoxication remained in Seo-young's eyes. He brought his face very close to her lips. As Arin looked at him in confusion, he gestured for her to accept the essence of his climax.
Crossing the mountain of shame and hesitation for the sake of love, Arin accepted him completely. Seo-young then blew his hot breath near her ear and whispered steadily, "Jigeumbuteo neon uri gajog-iya" (From now on, you are part of my family).
His voice held a strange satisfaction and the tone of a victor. He then said in a low voice in Bengali, "You are now mixed with the blood of my body, Arin. From today, no power can separate you from me."
Arin hid her face in his chest, blushing. That extreme intimacy and his profound words were etched as an eternal memory in her heart. She felt that this man did not just love her; he had woven her into his soul.
As the morning light broke, Arin thought they would be leaving for Bangladesh. But Seo-young suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. His eyes held a strange madness and stubbornness. He brought his face close to hers and said in a grave voice, "The plan has changed, Arin. We are not going to Bangladesh."
Arin looked at him in surprise. Before she could say anything, Seo-young pressed a finger to her lips. That familiar mischievous smile returned to his face. He said, "Our honeymoon won't be in an ordinary place. We are going straight to Russia. To a secluded palace in the snow of Siberia, where no one will disturb us."
Arin stammered, "But you said we would go to the village..."
Seo-young didn't listen. His madness seemed to flare up again. He picked Arin up and laid her back on the bed. Looking at his face, it seemed the intoxication of the previous night had not yet left him. He whispered near her ear, "What I say, happens. In the bone-chilling cold of Russia, I will keep you alive with the heat of my body. Only I will be there, and my Arin will be there."
With that, he leaned over her once more. Seeing his intense desire and crazed love, Arin realized there was no escape from this man. She surrendered herself once again to his deep embrace. While the private jet's engines were being prepared outside, the thrill of the Siberian cold had already begun inside the room.
Seo-young seemed possessed by a deadly obsession to have Arin. Holding her even tighter, he began to say, "In Russia, our real game will begin, Arin. Be ready."