AUTHOR POV :

                    Seeing her trembling and scared, guilt and regret washes over him. He leans back, his hands gently fixing her clothes, covering up the marks and bite he'd left on her skin. There's a brief moment of tenderness in his eyes, a flash of guilt and concern for her well - being.

                    He bring his lips to her forehead, placing a gentle apologetic kiss on it as if to comfort her. He takes a deep breadth, his expression becoming more serious and vulnerable as he speaks.

Mr.Jeon : "I know I've been overly possessive and controlling, and I apologize for that, but I can't help it. Seeing you with other guys, even if it's your best friend just scares me, I need to protect and claim you as mine".

                    His looks at her intently, his eyes conveying a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability.

Mr.Jeon : "You have to understand that I need you to obey my rules and love me, this possessive behaviour is how I express my love and protectiveness over you. I just want to make sure you're mine and that I'm the only one who can have you".

                    *Mr.Jeon Phone rings*

                    He takes out the phone from his pocket and picks up the call. He listens to the person on the phone and responds with a confident tone.

Mr.Jeon : "I'll be there".

                    He hangs up the call and turns his attention back to her.

"It's time for you to head home now, I'll drop you off".

                    His voice firm but with a hint of reluctance.

Y/N POV :

"Yes"

                     I nod in agreement, silently gathering my things as I prepare to leave. A mixture of relief and anxiety washing over me. On the other hand, I'm glad to be given the chance to go home. I don't want to find out what he might do if I don't obey or listen to him so denying him is not an option. Knowing that it's best to go along with his demands now.

                    We leave his office and get into his car, luckily no one sees us. He pulls out of the parking lot and merges onto the road. He pulls up front of my home and stops the car.

Mr.Jeon : "I'll text or call you later, be safe and make sure you get inside safely my sweetheart".

                    I nodded. I enter my house and close the door feeling both protected and entrapped. I immediately throw myself onto the couch, sinking into the cushions.
I take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the turmoil inside me.

"I'm just a lonely and poor girl trapped inside a cage".

                    The reality of my situation sinking in. The feeling of being controlled and owned weighs is heavy.

                            *Time skips*

                     I'm not sure how long I remain sprawled on the couch, lost in my thoughts. I wanted to ask him that I wonder how he knows my exact location even though I never shared the details with him, it's already second time he comes to my location but I didn't have the courage to ask that.

                    The day slowly turns into evening, the sky outside darkening as night approaches. With a deep sigh, I finally summon the strength to get off the couch and head towards the kitchen.

"Uhh ! I'm hungry"

                    My stomach growls with hunger. I open the fridge and look for the ingredients, the thought of Mr. Jeon momentarily fading away as I focus on making dinner.

                       *Doorbell rings*

                    The sudden sound of the doorbell ringing jolts me out of the thoughts.

"I didn't expect any visitors, who could be at this hour."

                    Ignoring the flicker and anxiety, I make my way to the door and look through the peephole. My eyes widen in suprise and shock.

"Oh my ghwad, it's Mr.Jeon"

                    I murmur.

Author POV :

                    Y/n tooka a deep breath to steady her nerves, she slowly open the door revealing Mr.Jeon's tall figure standing in front of her.

Y/n : "S . . . Sir, what brings you here?"

                    Mr.Jeon stands there, a small smile playing on his lips.

Mr.Jeon : "May I come in?"

                    He holds a bag of containing takeout dinner, the scent of the food wafting through the air.

Y/n : "Yeah come in"

Mr.Jeon : "Thank you"

                    He says, stepping past the threshold and entering the home.

                    Her stomach growls again at the same moment.

Mr.Jeon POV :

                    At the sound of her rumbling stomach, I can't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Seems like someone's hungry, yeah . . . You're cute when you're hungry".

I brought you dinner, take it".

                    I hold out the bouquet of daisies,

"I also brought you these".

                   I add, offering the flowers to her.

"Your favourite right?"

Author POV :

                    As he does so, he holds out the bouquet of daisies, their delicate white petals striking contrast to his strong and masculine grip.

Y/N POV :

"How . . . How do you know my favourite flower?"

                    The fact that he knows my favourite flower baffle and suprise me. It's a small detail, but it speaks volumes about me. Despite the uncertainty and power he holds, there's something endearing about it as well, a sign that he pays close attention to even such tiny details about me.

                     He hands me the food and flowers and a shy smile playing on his lips.

"I have my ways of finding out about anything, and especially when it comes to you, I'll always find a way. After all, I love you too much".

                      He pat on my head and gently touches the mark he gave me on my neck.

Mr.Jeon : "Eat well and sleep well . . Okay? . . . Take care of yourself, if you need anything, you know how to reach me".

                     He's eyes soften, his face taking on a more tender expression as he affirms his presence in my life. He continues

"Remember, I'm always by your side sweetheart, I'll always be here for you no matter what. Trust me".

                     A mix of emotions flits across my face - suprise, touched, and maybe a hint of disbelief.

Mr.Jeon : "Alright I'll take my leave now . . .

Take care sweetheart ".

                    He again pat my head.

Y/n : "Hum"

                     A small hum agreement before nervously waving farewell.

                     My voice softer than usual. I murmur

"Bye".

      _________[To be continued]_________

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