UNDER HIS SPELL

Bound by Desire

Y/N spent the night awake, curled in the massive bed Jungkook had forced her into. His words echoed in her mind—his promise, his threat.

Morning came, but her prison remained. She stood by the window, watching the guards patrol. No way out.

The door creaked open. Jungkook strolled in, sleeves rolled up, tattoos on display. “Sleep well, sweetheart?”

She turned away, ignoring him.

He chuckled. “Still pretending you hate me?” He closed the distance between them, fingers trailing down her arm. “Your body tells me otherwise.”

Y/N jerked away, glaring. “You’re insane.”

Jungkook smirked. “Maybe. But you like it.”

She wanted to deny it, but the way her skin tingled under his touch betrayed her. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You crave the danger, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched. “No.”

“Liar.” His hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. “You can run, fight, curse me all you want. But in the end, you will be mine.”

Y/N shoved him back, heart hammering. “I’ll never love you.”

Jungkook smirked. “Who said anything about love?” His eyes darkened. “I want your soul, Y/N. And I always get what I want.”

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