Then his voice dropped, deeper, colder, dangerous enough to chill bone: โStay. Away. From. What. Is. Fucking. Mine.โ
The words hit the air like a storm breaking, burning, possessive.
Y/nโs throat dried. For a moment, she couldnโt even feel her heartbeat. Her hands went cold, her stomach knotted.
Jeonโs dark and wild eyes, flicked for just a heartbeat toward her, and that was when she knew.
She wasnโt just the audience.
It was her.
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Y/nโs eyes snapped open. Strong, large hands wrapped firmly around her waist. For one heartbeat, she did not understand where she was.
His gaze slid over her slowly. He looked at her face first. She felt him count each scar, each bruise.
His voice came rough and low. โTell me to stop,โ he said. โAnd I will.โ
Y/n couldnโt process it. Her mind was still spinning from what she had seen. Her lips parted, her voice trembling as she forced the words out.
โYou cursed the kingโs heir, the royal houseโs blessing, and you turned him into their worst nightmare. For every day he lived, others paid the price.
Words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. They were small and foolish and true.
โWhy did you bring me here?โ she whispered, the words slipping out weak and hushed.
โI promise, it will drown you in pleasure until you cannot breathe.โ
โIโve come to claim what you owe me. Your Iife, and everything that comes with it.โ
Jeonโs face vanished from her sight, and with it, the last flicker of hope slipped away.
The guards at the passage didnโt move or question her. It was as if they had been waiting for her, and that felt wrong.
He tilted his head slightly, the movement subtle but dangerous, his sharp, unforgiving eyes fixed on her as if weighing how much he might enjoy watching her fight for her life.
What did Crown Prince Jeon even want from her?
Y/n didnโt speak, didnโt move. She couldnโt.
โY/n, you must never go to the West Wing.โ
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โYour hands are too cold,โ he said casually, not even glancing back at her.
Jungkook sat on the chair in the familiar office, his eyes scanning the room. It looked almost exactly the same as it had the last time he was here.
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