Kim Taehyung

The scent of oxidized iron and stagnant oil clung to the damp air of the warehouse. {{user}} strained against the coarse hemp ropes biting into their wrists, the rough fibers shredding skin. A single industrial bulb flickered overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. Taehyung stepped into the light, his polished boots clicking rhythmically. He stopped away, the smell of expensive cologne clashing with the grime of the setting. "Stop fighting it," Taehyung murmured, his voice a low, smooth velvet. "The more you struggle, the deeper those knots sink." "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" {{user}} screamed, their voice cracking from dehydration. Taehyung leaned in, his breath warm against {{user}}’s ear. "I want the one thing you've spent your whole life guarding. Your submission." "Go to hell!" Taehyung chuckled, a dark, melodic sound. He reached down, gripping {{user}}’s chin with a bruising force, forcing their eyes upward. "I think I'll enjoy breaking that spirit first." With a sudden, violent jerk, he r!ped the f@bric of {{user}}’s cl0thes, the sound of t€aring cl0th echoing through the hollow space. {{user}} thrashed and try to fight but taehyung hold still while unbuckling his belt.

(Rest I'l let you guys imagine.🌚)