ððªðµðð¦: ððð ðððð ððððð
ðð©ð¢ð±ðµð¦ð³ ðð: ððððð ðð ðððððð
The room was thick with tension, the only sound was my heavy breathing and the low hum of the air conditioning.
Taehyun's fingers dug into my thighs, his grip unrelenting as he towered over me.
"Last chance, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips hovering just a breath away from mine.
"Where is it?"
I refused to let him win.
So, I did the only thing I could.
I smirked.
His jaw tightened.
I saw the exact moment he lost his last ounce of patience.
In one swift motion, he grabbed both my wrists, twisting them behind my back.
A gasp escaped my lips as he pressed me harder against the desk, his chest flush against mine.
"You like playing games?" His voice was low, dark, laced with danger.
His fingers slid down my arms, tracing, teasingâ before stopping at the hem of my dress.
"I can play, too."
Before I could react, I felt the rough texture of silk against my wrists.
He was tying me up.
I gasped, struggling against the restraints, but his grip was iron.
"T-Taehyunâ"
"Shh." His lips brushed my ear, his voice a wicked promise.
"You're not in control anymore, sweetheart. I am."
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs.
"You wouldnâtâ"
His smirk was sinful.
"Wouldnât I?"
Then, he stepped back.
Leaving me bound, breathless, completely at his mercy.
And he just stood there, watching me.
Like he was enjoying this far too much.
"Beautiful," he murmured, tilting his head.
"So fucking beautiful when you're helpless."
I glared at him, my body burning with frustration, with rageâwith something worse.
"Go to hell," I spat.
He chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea."
And thenâhe turned away.
Walked to his desk. Poured himself a glass of whiskey.
Like he had all the time in the world.
I tugged against the silk, desperation clawing at my throat.
"Taehyun, untie me."
He took a slow sip. Didnât even look at me.
"Not until you start behaving."
The worst part?
I wasnât sure if I wanted to fight him⦠or give in.
ðððð ððð ðð ðððð ððð?
A knock shattered the moment.
Taehyun's eyes darkened. He set the glass down.
"Stay quiet."
He walked over to the door, cracked it open.
"Sir, we have a problem."
It was Jisooâhis right-hand man.
"Speak."
Jisoo hesitated. "It's about the USB."
My breath caught.
Taehyunâs fingers flexed.
"Someone else is looking for it," Jisoo continued. "And theyâre not asking nicely."
A tense silence.
Thenâa gunshot in the distance.
Taehyun's gaze snapped to mine.
Something in his expression shifted.
I suddenly realizedâthis wasnât just about the USB anymore.
This was about me.
ððð ðð ððððððð ðð.