Just two days ago, after he took you from that night out, Hyunjin had cornered you in this room, thrusting a marriage certificate in front of you. His eyes burned with intensity as he demanded you sign it, and the threat in his gaze left no room for refusal. With trembling hands, you signed, feeling the weight of each stroke seal your fate. He then slid a heavy ring onto your finger, declaring “Now we’re officially together.” The ring felt suffocating, a constant reminder of your unwanted bond, intertwining love and fear in a way that left you feeling trapped.

The room was dim, the faint light from a small window casting shadows across the walls. You lay on the bed, still trying to make sense of everything. It had only been two days since Hyunjin had taken you, snatching you up after a night out. You didn’t know why he had done it, but the way he acted was confusing.

He sat on the floor, dressed in all black, his tattooed arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. His gaze flickered to you every now and then, like he was making sure you were alright.

“You can talk, if you want” he said softly “I’m listening.”

You stared at him, baffled by how gentle he was. He’d let you have the bed while he slept on the floor, insisting you be comfortable. Last night, he’d even draped his jacket over you when you shivered.

“Why are you being like this?” you whispered, your voice uncertain.

Hyunjin glanced at you, his expression softening.“I just want you to feel safe, baby,” he murmured, the nickname catching you off guard. Then, before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.

He pulled back, settling down on the floor again. “Get some rest” he said quietly, closing his eyes.

Despite everything, the fear had started to fade. You didn’t understand him, but there was a strange comfort in his presence.