Y/n pov
My breath became heavier, my chest rising and falling as panic surged through me. My whole body trembled with fear. I wanted to move, but it was as if I was frozen, my limbs refusing to cooperate. Anxiety kicked in harder, tightening its grip around me.
Those red eyes dark and intense stared straight into my soul, unblinking. I couldn't hold the gaze for long. Each time our eyes met, I looked away, heart pounding in my ears. The weight of his stare was suffocating, too much to bear.
My throat felt tight, and my legs wobbled beneath me.
His hand hovered above my head, not touching but close enough to feel the heat between us. His breath, hot and heavy, brushed against my skin, mingling with mine in the small space between us. The warmth from our shared breaths only heightened my nerves.
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to find some courage, even if it was buried deep. My voice trembled, my words barely more than a whisper.
"W-who are you?" I stammered.
There was no response at first. Just the sound of our breathing filling the silence. My heart hammered in my chest, waiting.
Suddenly, his hand lowered slightly, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face. I flinched at the contact, my skin tingling where his fingertips had grazed.
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking as the shock hit me like a wave, making it feel like the ground was collapsing beneath me.
Those r-red eyes... they were gone. Now, they were a deep, dark brown. I stared in disbelief.
What's happening? Who is he? How did his eyes change like that?
It felt strange. After hearing my voice, his eyes seemed to soften. Those scary, intense eyes were now different. The sharp, dangerous look was gone. His eyes were dark brown now, and they stared deep into mine.
I could see something else in them, something calmer. Maybe, maybe that's the reason. But I wasn't sure. His gaze was still strong, but it no longer felt as frightening. There was a warmth in his eyes, though I didn't understand why.
The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft light on both of our faces. I could see him clearly now-those dark eyes still piercing through me, but in an unsettling way. They were intense, yet strangely beautiful.
"I asked, who are you?"I repeated, this time louder, trying to sound braver than I felt. But he just smirked, staring at me with that unreadable expression.
My heart raced in frustration. Why wasn't he answering? His silence only made me more anxious. I gritted my teeth, the anger slowly bubbling up inside me.
I tried to move, but before I could move, he grabbed my wrist with lightning speed. I gasped as he pushed me back, pinning my wrists against the wall above my head. His grip was firm, unyielding.
That was it. Enough was enough.
"Let me go!" I hissed, struggling against him, my eyes narrowing in anger. Who does he think he is, touching me like this whenever he pleases? And worse, how dare he sneak into my room in the middle of the night?
With all the strength I could muster, I lifted my knee, aiming for his weak spot. But before I could even get close, he reacted like he could read my thoughts his leg blocking mine effortlessly. He trapped my legs between his, locking me in place. I couldn't move. I was completely stuck.
My heart raced faster, panic crawling under my skin. I pulled against his grip, but it was no use he was too strong. My breath came out in ragged gasps, and my chest tightened painfully. What was happening to me?
I felt weak, too weak. My strength was draining away, slipping through my fingers. Y/n, get a grip! I screamed at myself inside, but it was like my body wasn't listening. My heart pounded, but at the same time, it felt slow, heavy, like it couldn't keep up.
I gulped hard, my throat dry, fear sinking deeper. My vision blurred for a second, and I blinked rapidly, trying to keep myself together. It felt like I was losing control like I was losing myself.
His smirk grew, as he leaned closer, his lips dangerously close to my neck "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and calm, almost like he was enjoying this.
I glared at him, refusing to back down. "Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me," I spat, each word dripping with anger.
I struggled, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but it was useless. His strength overpowered me, and the more I fought, the more trapped I felt.
"You're mine," he murmured, his voice dangerously low. "Why fight it?"
My skin prickled with fear, but I tried to stay calm. "You don't own me," I shouted, refusing to give in.
He chuckled darkly, leaning closer until his breath fanned over my neck. "Not yet,but soon" he whispered.
"Stop it!" I yelled, twisting my wrists to break free. But he held me tighter, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"Why don't you just relax?" he taunted, pulling me even closer. "You're fighting a losing battle."
"I'll never relax around you," I hissed, glaring into his dark brown eyes. "Get away from me!"
His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek.
"You have no idea who I am, do you?" he whispered, his lips barely brushing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
He wrapped one strong arm around my waist, his grip firm as he pinned both my wrists in his large hand. My heart pounded as he pulled me closer, my chest pressed against his hard, muscular body. I could feel the heat radiating off him, making my breathing grow heavier.
I gritted my teeth, trying to control the rising panic. "I don't care who you are," I growled. "You can't just-"
"Shh..." He cut me off, pressing me harder against the wall. "You'll find out soon enough. My vixen" Last time he did was came closer to me and inhallad my scent making my miles stood it's straight.Then he took a slow step back, leaving just enough space for me to breathe. He took a lingering look at me, his gaze intense .
With a smirk, he suddenly disappeared.
Leaving me shivering against the cold wall.
What kind of man was he? He didn't seem human, not at all.
My back slid down the wall, legs giving out beneath me. Tears welled up and fell before I could stop them, hot and fast down my cheeks. I clutched my chest, the pain sharp, my heart racing too fast. Was it fear? Panic? I didn't even know anymore.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the shaking. Everything felt so unreal. My life it was getting darker, slipping away, day by day. But why? What did he want from me? What did he have to do with my misery?
I whispered into the silence, my voice breaking, "Why me? What does he want?"
But only one thought kept spinning in my head, over and over.
How do I escape this nightmare?
Author pov
The meeting room was tense as the six members of the royal council sat around the polished oak table. Seven chairs were arranged neatly, No one dared to sit in the king-sized chair but him.Their king. So, they settled into their own seats, glancing at each other nervously.
"Okay, we all know we found her," Namjoon said, fixing his gaze on Jungkook and Jimin, who both nodded eagerly.
Once they confirmed that Y/n was the one they had been searching for, surprise filled the room. She was just a human. The realization was both shocking and heavy, but they knew they had to focus on their next move.
"It's time to wake up our king," J-Hope said with a smirk, excitement and a hint of fear dancing in his eyes. The others nodded, a mix of anticipation and worry etched on their faces.
"Yeah, but once he wakes up, it's going to be hard to control him," Jin said, his voice low. "He's been unconscious for so long, and when he's angry..." His words hung in the air, and everyone gulped.
"Make sure Y/n is near him when he wakes up," Namjoon urged, his eyes serious. "She needs to be there. Only she can handle his devil side."
"But she doesn't know anything about this," Jungkook pointed out, biting his lip. "She'll probably be terrified of him."
"Exactly," Jin replied, worry lining his forehead. "We don't have any other choice. She has to understand the situation, no matter how frightening it is."
Suga nodded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
They needed their king back. The werewolves were gaining power, making it harder for the vampires to keep control. The entire vampire community was waiting for their king to return and bring safety once more.
It had been years since he fell into unconsciousness in a dark room. Some vampires believed their king was dead, while others clung to hope that he was still alive. What had happened to him remained a mystery, shrouded in shadows.
As they sat in silence, the weight of their situation pressed down on them. The enemies of their mafia grew bolder by the day. When their king was alive, everything fell under his control; no enemy dared to interfere with the king's matters. Those who did learned a harsh lesson.
They wanted their vampire king, their mafia king Kim Taehyung back.
The room felt heavy with the burden of their thoughts, but suddenly Namjoon broke the silence.
"We have to bring her here. To our mansion, to do the process."
"But how are we going to get her?" J-Hope asked, furrowing his brow.
"She's not an easy person to deal with," Jimin replied, crossing his arms. "I don't think she'll come here willingly."
Suga scoffed, a smirk forming on his face. "If she won't come, we'll just have to bring her ourselves. Don't forget, we're not just vampires-we're mafia too."
The others exchanged glances, their lips curling upward at Suga's words.
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In a dark room, there was a large mahogany coffin, its lid wide open. The coffin was black and red, showing it belonged to a vampire. Inside, a man lay still-not just any man, but the vampire king. His eyes were closed, and he looked peaceful, almost like he was just sleeping. He was alive, but under a powerful spell that kept him from waking up.
The room felt creepy. The walls were all black, and only one dim light flickered in the corner. Shadows moved on the walls, making the room seem scarier. If anyone came in, they would feel a chill down their spine. The air had a strange smell, but it was hard to know what it was.
Only six half-vampires could enter this secret room. No one else in the mansion knew about it. It was a hidden place, full of mystery.
At night, the room became even darker, making it feel more frightening. Outside, bats made strange noises, and the sound echoed through the room.
But the body in the coffin will soon break the spell, setting him free.
When he awakens, it will mark the day when every life rests in his hands.
He will control this world-rule it entirely.
His presence alone will send shivers down spines, and his aura will make knees buckle in fear.
He will crush his enemies, exacting revenge for what they did to him.
But when he rises, there will be one person he will worship above all others, claiming her as his queen.
Whether willingly or by force, he will have her. Only her.
This time, he won't let her slip away.
He made a vow to himself.
If he must cage her, so be it-but she will be cherished as his queen.
He has loved her, still loves her, and will never stop loving her.
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