The room was cold, despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “Just love me, that’s all I ask in return,” Hoseok murmured, his voice a low rumble against the silence.
“You’re joking,” you managed, tears spilling down your face, hot and unwelcome.
His brown eyes locked onto yours, and a smile stretched across his lips, a smile that felt less like affection and more like a predator’s anticipation.
“Never, princess. I love you more than anything in this disgusting world. All I need is your love.”
Hoseok remained seated before you, the unwavering smile never faltering. He was a statue carved from obsession. “So, do you love me?”
The words caught in your throat, twisting into something bitter and raw. You spat at him, the sound a pathetic defiance. “Fuck you.”
He didn’t flinch. “Is that what you want?”
He rose, slowly, deliberately, until he stood beside you. He reached out, gently touching your cheek, but you flinched away, turning your face into a shield.
“Don’t touch me,” you hissed, the words laced with venom.
“But this is what you asked for, princess,” he said, his voice a silken threat. The smile widened, revealing an edge of cruelty.
“You’ve lost your mind!”
“I lost my mind because of you.” He seized your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The touch wasn’t tender, it was possessive, a claim.
“I love you, and one day you’ll realize that you love me too.”
He pressed his lips to yours, hard and demanding. His teeth worried at your lower lip, seeking purchase. You thrashed against the chair, a desperate, silent struggle.
“Don’t fight, baby. I know you want this.” His voice was a rasp against your ear, dripping with false intimacy.
He settled his hand on your waist, then reached down to grip your throat, deepening the kiss. Hot tears streamed down your face, blurring the room into a haze of desperation. You wanted it to end, to break free, but he only tightened his hold.
“You taste so good, princess. Is that strawberries?” He broke the kiss, his smile predatory.
You couldn’t bear to look at him, couldn’t bear the sight of his triumph. You stared at the floor, wishing you could vanish into the darkness.
“Kill me,” you whispered, the words barely audible.
“What?”
“Just kill me.” You looked into his eyes, pleading for the release of oblivion. “I’ll never love you. Never. So just kill me and end all of this.”
Hoseok stared at you for a long moment, then a laugh erupted from his throat—a hysterical, chilling sound. It wasn’t mirth, it was madness. He was laughing at your desperation, at your refusal.
“Princess, I’ll never kill you. I’ll torture you for being such a bad girl, make you feel the worst pain in the entire universe but never kill you. You know why? Because I love you and I want you to spend your entire life with me. You’re mine now, princess. You will live with me for the rest of your life. You will be my wife, you will have my children.”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear.
“You’re mine till death tear us apart.”