UNDER HIS SPELL

Marked by the devil

Y/N's breath was ragged, her lips tingling from Jungkook's brutal, possessive kiss. She wanted to scream at him, to claw her way out of his grasp. But her body betrayed her—shaken, trembling, craving more.

Jungkook's thumb brushed her lower lip, smirking at the way she gasped. “You taste like defiance."

she shoved him, but he barely moved, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

“You can't just take whatever you want!"

His smirk faded. “Sweetheart, I don't take." He leaned closer, voice a dangerous whisper. “I own."

Y/N turned away, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “This isn't love."

Jungkook chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Who said anything about love?" His fingers trailed down her arm, slow and deliberate. “This is something darker. Something you wouldn't escape."

Her heart clenched as he lifted her wrist, pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss to her pulse.

“You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was Velvet-wrapped steel. “And I'll make sure the whole world knows it."

Her stomach twisted.

Because deep down, a terrifying truth settled in her bones.

Jungkook wasn't just her captor.

He was changing her.

And she didn't know if she wanted to stop him.