Chapter 3 : The Dark Obsession

"I have plans for you," Kim Namjoon whispered, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

I tried to attack him, but he overpowered me, pinning me to the wall with ease. His grip on my wrist was like a vice, and I struggled to break free.

"You're feisty, I like that," he murmured, his breath cold against my ear. "But you're no match for me."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I felt trapped, helpless, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"You're beautiful, and you have a fire within you," he whispered. "I want to consume that, to see how far I can push you into the darkness."

I tried to struggle, but he held me firm. His words were laced with a sinister intent, and I knew I was in grave danger.

I tried to reason with him, to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him. But his eyes were empty, devoid of any emotion except a dark obsession. He drew closer, his hot breath on my skin, and I felt a chill run down my spine. He kissed me, a soft, cold press of his lips against mine, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. The darkness in his eyes seemed to swallow me whole, and I knew I was at the mercy of a monster. His grip tightened, and I felt myself being pulled into a nightmare from which I might never awaken.

As he pulled away, a sly smile spread across his face, and I saw a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, as if he had claimed me as his own. I felt a shiver run down my spine, knowing I was trapped in his twisted game, with no escape in sight. When I touched my lips, I felt a faint trace of blood, a reminder of the brutal intensity of his kiss.