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he morning had arrived, the sun breaking through the sky, casting a pale golden hue into the room. The night had finally surrendered to the dawn.

Min Yoongi was already awake, propped up on one elbow, silently watching over Y/N as she slept. She looked serene, almost innocent in her slumber, her face calm, as if untouched by the cruelty of the world.

But Yoongi knew better. He knew that behind that peaceful face, beneath the softness of her features, lurked a demon-wild, uncontrollable, and more dangerous than anyone could imagine. It was one of the things that intrigued him, though he'd never say it aloud.

His eyes remained still, seemingly calm, but there was something restless in their depths, a storm brewing that no one could see but him. His gaze was fixed on Y/N's sleeping face, yet his mind was a whirlwind of unresolved thoughts.

He could feel it-an ache inside him, something unspoken and painful, simmering beneath the surface. It was the weight of his frustration, the gnawing tension that had settled in him since the events of the previous night.

Y/N stirred slightly, her body shifting under the covers. A faint hiss of pain escaped her lips as she winced in her sleep, her injuries still fresh-her arm and leg marked by violence.

The sound was enough to send a sharp pang of fury through Yoongi. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into tight fists at the sight of her discomfort. He felt helpless, and worse, he hated that feeling.

The idea that someone-Suzy-had dared to touch what was his, to cause Y/N harm, was a sin that deserved nothing less than annihilation.

His mind raced with dark, bloody thoughts. How easy it would be to erase Suzy from existence, to leave no trace of her in this world. He had the power, the resources. But it wasn't about that, was it? It was Y/N's game.

Yoongi knew better than to interfere. Suzy's punishment wasn't his to deliver. Y/N had her own plans for the girl, a special brand of vengeance she crafted with cold precision. He respected that about her. She didn't need his help, didn't tolerate interference. She liked to play God in her own ruthless way.

Yet the flames of rage burned within him, wild and unforgiving. Yoongi may have been silent, but inside, there was a fire that nothing could extinguish. The frustration of not being able to tear Suzy apart with his own hands gnawed at him.

He knew Y/N would take care of it in due time, but it didn't quench his thirst for destruction. His soul was made for this kind of violence, the kind that left nothing but ruin in its wake.

Silently, he pulled Y/N closer to him, careful not to wake her. There was an unsettling tenderness in the way he held her, an ownership that was clear in every touch. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply, allowing it to ground him, to calm the rage within-if only for a moment.

Her scent was the only thing that kept his demons at bay, the only thing that brought any semblance of peace to his chaos.

His lips brushed against her hair in a brief, almost possessive kiss. It wasn't affection, not in the way others might perceive it. It was something darker, something twisted. It was the knowledge that she was his, that no one else could have her. His hold on her tightened slightly, his fingers brushing against the skin of her arm.

"You're still mine," he whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible, laced with the quiet menace that came so naturally to him. "No matter what you think. No matter how cunning you are, Y/N... you'll never escape me."

The words weren't a declaration of love-they were a reminder. A reminder of the invisible chains that bound them together, the silent contract they had signed with blood and violence.

Y/N, still lost in her sleep, remained oblivious to his presence. She didn't stir, didn't react. If she were awake, she'd probably smirk at his possessiveness, laugh at how tightly he held her. She thrived on control, just as much as he did. But Yoongi knew she wasn't one to be easily dominated. She was like a wild beast, untamed, and that's why he kept his grip firm.

Gently, he tucked the blanket around her, his fingers lingering a moment too long on her skin. As he stood up from the bed, he cast one last glance at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

If he stayed any longer, he knew he'd lose the little restraint he had left. He couldn't let himself become greedy, couldn't let the dark desires inside him take over completely-not yet.

Without another word, he stepped away from the bed, his movements silent, calculated. He fixed the blanket over Y/N's form before walking toward the bathroom, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of blood and retribution.

Once inside, Yoongi stared at himself in the mirror, his reflection cold and distant. His mind was already plotting, already thinking of ways to make Suzy's inevitable suffering more excruciating. But for now, he would wait. Y/N had her plans, and he wouldn't interfere-unless she asked him to.

As the cold water splashed against his face, Yoongi felt the tension in his body ease slightly, but the darkness never fully left him. It lingered, like a shadow, always lurking beneath the surface.

"Ruthless, aren't you?" he muttered to his reflection, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. "But so am I."

He wiped his face, his thoughts already returning to the woman in the other room. Y/N may have been asleep, but Yoongi knew she was never truly resting. Her mind was always at work, always calculating her next move. It's what made her dangerous. It's what made her... like him.

And as much as he hated to admit it, that's what kept him fascinated. They were both monsters in their own right, and in this dark, twisted world of theirs, neither of them could escape the inevitable pull they had over each other.

For now, he would let her sleep. But soon, the game would begin again.

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Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom, his frame draped in a bathrobe. His body was still damp, droplets of water sliding off his skin, and his hair, slightly wet, was being rubbed dry with a towel. His gaze naturally landed on the bed, and an almost imperceptible smile crept onto his lips. It was rare, almost unheard of, for Yoongi to smile-something even his family had seldom witnessed. But now, something had changed. There was an exception.

Y/N.

"Awake already, sweetheart?" Yoongi's voice was low and calm as he asked Y/N, who had just woken up and was sitting up in bed, still a little drowsy from sleep.

Y/N didn't respond, and Yoongi didn't mind. He was accustomed to her silence, just as he often chose not to speak without need. In a way, they were reflections of each other-words were unnecessary, and in their world, silence spoke volumes. Yet, despite all that, Y/N was the only one he made these exceptions for.

Y/N stretched languidly, resembling a lazy kitten to Yoongi's eyes. But the tender expression in his gaze quickly shifted when she flinched in pain. Without hesitation, he moved closer, his concern evident though unspoken.

Y/N, however, didn't meet his gaze. Instead, she extended a hand, silently commanding him to stop. Yoongi understood the gesture immediately. She wasn't one to be coddled or pitied, and he respected that. Yet, there was a part of him that refused to let her suffer alone.

"What's the time?" Y/N asked, her voice rough from sleep, though her words faltered when her eyes finally landed on him.

The sight of Yoongi, standing there with water trickling from his still-damp hair down to his collarbone, momentarily stole her breath. His chest rose and fell with a quiet, almost dangerous confidence, and for a second, Y/N couldn't tear her gaze away. He looked like something out of a dream-a dangerous, intoxicating one.

Yoongi, always perceptive, noticed her lingering stare. His lips twisted into a smug smirk, his voice teasing yet edged with darkness. "It's seven in the morning, but I get the feeling time stopped for you the moment you laid eyes on me."

Y/N's jaw clenched slightly at his remark, her eyes rolling in an attempt to hide her sudden embarrassment. Her body stiffened as she pushed herself to sit up, fully intending to get out of bed on her own. She didn't need anyone's help, least of all Yoongi's.

But, of course, Yoongi had other ideas. He was by her side before she could even finish her thought, slipping his arms around her with a possessive ease that brooked no argument. He lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in his arms as he began to walk toward the bathroom.

Y/N's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice cold and cutting. "I'm not a cripple, Yoongi. Stop treating me like I need your pity."

Her words were like a blade, sharp and unyielding. Y/N hated pity. She loathed the idea that someone might see her as weak, as needing their mercy. It was an affront to her pride, a violation of the fierce independence she had built around herself.

Yoongi didn't flinch at her icy tone. His eyes met hers with an unwavering intensity, his grip around her tightening slightly as he carried her. He brought her to the washbasin and carefully set her down, his gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable.

"I know you don't need anyone's help," he said, his voice low, almost a growl. "But we made a deal when we got married-to protect each other, to do what's necessary. And I'm going to help you, whether you want it or not. Because it's not pity. It's our agreement."

There was something final in his words, something that made it clear he wouldn't back down. Y/N's cold, expressionless eyes stared back at him, but deep down, she felt the undercurrent of tension between them.

Yoongi held her gaze, unfazed by the chill in her eyes. In fact, he seemed to thrive on it. His lips curled slightly into a smirk again, his tone soft but with an unmistakable edge. "I wonder... how long will you keep pretending, Y/N? Pretending that you don't feel the same pull, the same need for control, for power."

Y/N's breath hitched slightly, but she didn't respond. Her fingers gripped the edge of the basin tightly, her nails digging into the cold surface as she resisted the urge to break his gaze. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply his words affected her.

"Just because we share power doesn't mean I need your protection," she spat back, her voice a low hiss, sharp like a dagger. "I'm not one of your broken toys, Yoongi. Don't treat me like one."

Yoongi's eyes darkened, the dangerous glint returning. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered, "Oh, sweetheart, you're far from broken. But that doesn't mean I'll stop reminding you... you're mine. Agreement or not."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, though her face remained cold, a mask of indifference. Yet there was an undeniable tension between them-something unspoken, something neither of them would admit. It wasn't love, not in the way others might understand it. It was something darker, more primal. A battle for control, for dominance.

Yoongi straightened up, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can pretend all you want, Y/N. But we both know... this is far from over."

Y/N watched him, her expression still blank, but inside, a war was raging. She wouldn't let him see it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"You think too highly of yourself," she finally muttered, turning her head away, breaking the gaze.

Yoongi let out a low, almost amused chuckle, the sound reverberating in the air between them. "Maybe. But then again, you've never denied it either, have you?"

Y/N clenched her jaw, refusing to answer. Yoongi's smirk grew, satisfied for now, as he turned to leave her, allowing her a moment of reprieve.

But they both knew this was just another move in their never-ending game. Neither willing to yield. Neither admitting what truly lay beneath the surface.

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"What are you reading?" Yoongi asked, glancing over as he stepped out of the wardrobe room, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. He stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar.

Without looking up, Y/N replied, "Susana and Her Seven Husbands."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow in amusement at the title. "What's it about?"

Y/N answered calmly, "It's about a woman who marries seven times, only to kill all her husbands because she never finds satisfaction."

Y/N then looked up, a smirk playing on her lips. "I’m quite impressed with Susana's character."

Yoongi chuckled, catching the hidden meaning in her words. "You shouldn’t dream beyond your means, sweetheart."

Y/N didn’t respond, her expression serene as she met his gaze. She wasn’t offended; she knew she couldn’t kill Yoongi, not because of his power, but for a reason she wasn’t ready to accept.

"What’s next for Suzy?" Yoongi asked, curiosity piqued.

Y/N smiled coldly. "Nothing. Suzy will drown in her own schemes."

" What did you do to her that she went crazy?" He asked carefully.

Y/N smirked, " Nothing much, just mixed drugs in my favourite wine and gave it to her due to which she got overwhelmed with emotions."

" But it cost you "

" Nothing is free in this world Min Yoongi "

Yoongi sensed a ruthless edge behind her words, a flicker of admiration lighting up his eyes. "I like your spirit," he admitted, genuinely intrigued by what his fiancée had planned.

As Yoongi struggled to tie his tie, he cursed under his breath. Y/N noticed and set her book aside.

"Come here," she commanded, beckoning him over.

He complied, bending slightly as she reached for the tie, her gaze focused on her task. "You’re a billionaire tycoon, and yet you can’t tie a tie?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Feigning innocence, Yoongi replied, "I really don’t know how."

Y/N finally turned her eyes to him, a sarcastic smile gracing her lips. "Did you always have your mom tie it for you before me?"

Caught off guard, Yoongi chuckled softly, his head shaking as if she’d hit the nail on the head. "Maybe," he conceded, "but it’s not as fun as having you do it."

Y/N finished tying the knot and stepped back, satisfied. "There, it’s done."

Yoongi’s gaze lingered on her, filled with adoration. "I have to head to the office now," he said, moving closer to her.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her lips. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and annoyance bubbled up inside her. She quickly grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Yoongi caught it easily, chuckling. "You know, you’re not supposed to waste pillows like that."

"You shouldn’t be spreading germs," Y/N shot back, her tone disgusted and irritated.

Yoongi smirked, leaning in again. "But we’ll have to kiss on our wedding day, won’t we?" His teasing tone made her heart race.

This time, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture filled with affection. Y/N found herself instinctively closing her eyes, feeling the anger ebb away. This sensation was different for her, one she had tried to avoid, yet with Yoongi, it was uncontrollable.

As he pulled back, Yoongi gazed into her eyes, soft and adoring. "I’ll be back soon," he promised, running his fingers through her hair tenderly.

With that, he left, taking his coat as he exited, leaving Y/N to ponder the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

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