episode 3

The room was shrouded in darkness, but you could still feel him—his weight pressing against you, his icy breath sending chills down your spine. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating in the best way.

"You never answer me," he murmured, tracing a finger down your arm. His touch was cold, yet it burned like fire. "Are you mine?"

You swallowed hard, refusing to give in too easily. "Maybe."

His grip on your wrist tightened—not painful, but possessive. His long hair brushed against your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing your ear.

"Maybe isn’t good enough," he growled.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows. The room felt charged, the air thick with something otherworldly. His power pulsed around you, as if the entire house was at his mercy.

"You belong to me," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. "And I don’t like when you pretend otherwise."

You exhaled shakily, your body betraying you. He knew the effect he had on you. He smirked, his lip piercing catching the faint glow of the moonlight.

"Say it," he commanded, his fingers tracing your jaw.

You bit your lip, determined to tease him just a little longer. "Make me."

His eyes flashed with something dark, something primal. In an instant, he pinned your hands above your head, his body pressing firmly against yours.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for, my queen," he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and promise.

And then, without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours—deep, cold, and completely consuming. The room spun as his kiss stole the air from your lungs, his touch claiming every part of you.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and dangerous. "Now say it."

Your heart pounded, your resistance slipping away. With a shaky breath, you finally whispered, "I’m yours."

A satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "Good girl."

But as he stared down at you, something flickered in his gaze—something deeper, something possessive beyond words.

"And now that you’ve said it... you can never take it back

The moment the words left your lips—"I’m yours"—his entire presence changed. His grip on your wrists loosened just enough for his hands to slide down your arms, his fingers tracing your skin like he was memorizing every inch of you.

"Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough, dangerous.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his demand. "I’m yours."

A dark, satisfied smirk played on his lips. The room seemed to pulse with his energy, the air thick with something unseen yet powerful. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs pressing into your skin as if he was marking you, claiming you.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I don’t just want your words... I want all of you."

His lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding. The coldness of his touch sent shivers through you, but the fire he ignited deep inside burned hotter than anything you’d ever felt. His kisses weren’t just passionate—they were consuming, filled with a desperate need that made your head spin.

Your fingers tangled in his long, tousled hair, pulling him even closer. He growled against your lips, his grip tightening as if he feared you would disappear.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck. His teeth grazed over your pulse, making your breath hitch. "No idea how many nights I’ve watched you, craving to touch you, to have you like this."

Your pulse raced. The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through you, making you arch against him.

"Then take me," you whispered, daring him.

His dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with a dangerous hunger. "Careful what you wish for, my queen."

And then, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, you weren’t in your bed anymore. The air was thick with the scent of something ancient, something intoxicating. Candles flickered around the dimly lit room, casting shadows that danced along the walls.

And then you saw him—standing at the edge of the massive bed, shirtless, his tattoos shifting under the candlelight. His lip piercing glinted as he smirked, his long hair falling over his face as he watched you with dark, predatory eyes.

"Welcome to my world, my queen," he murmured.

A shiver ran down your spine—not from fear, but from the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that existed. Like he would devour you whole.

"Where are we?" you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Somewhere no one can interrupt us," he said, stepping forward. His fingers trailed over your ankle, slowly traveling up your leg, sending chills through your body. "No one can take you from me here. No one can hear you."

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips hovering just over yours. "You said you’re mine. Now, let me show you what that means."

His lips claimed yours in a deep, feverish kiss, his cold touch setting fire to your skin. His hands roamed your body, possessive, leaving no inch untouched. He kissed you like he was starving, like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.

"You’re mine, and now... I’ll make sure you never forget it."

As he whispered those words against your skin, you knew one thing for certain—there was no escaping him.

And you didn’t want to.

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