The first thing Y/N felt was the cold. It clung to her skin, creeping into her bones as she stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, the dimly lit room slowly coming into focus. Heavy velvet drapes hung over the tall windows, their dark folds obscuring any trace of sunlight. Shadows danced across the ornate walls, giving the space an unsettling, oppressive air.
Panic gripped her chest. This wasn't her tiny apartment. She sat up abruptly, the silk sheets slipping from her body. Her clothes were the same—her oversized sweater and skirt—but the surroundings were foreign, alien.
"Where... where am I?" she muttered to herself, her voice trembling.
"Good. You're awake."
The deep voice sent a chill through her, smooth yet edged with authority. Y/N's head snapped toward the doorway, where a tall man leaned casually against the frame.
Namjoon.
Even without knowing his name, his presence filled the room. His sharp jawline and striking features were impossible to ignore, but it was his eyes—dark and calculating—that held her captive. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he exuded power and control, and every step he took as he approached her seemed deliberate, as though he was stalking prey.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" Y/N demanded, her voice unsteady.
Namjoon's lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. "You're here because I want you here. That's all you need to know."
His words made her stomach churn. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles whitening. "This has to be a mistake," she stammered. "You've got the wrong person!"
Namjoon stopped at the edge of the bed, his towering frame making her feel impossibly small. He tilted his head slightly, studying her like she was an intriguing puzzle.
"There's no mistake, Y/N," he said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made her skin prickle.
Hearing her name from his lips made her blood run cold. "How do you know my name?" she whispered.
Namjoon's gaze didn't waver. "I know everything about you," he replied evenly. "Your name, where you live, what time you get home every night." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I've been watching you."
Her breath hitched, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. "Why me?" she asked, barely able to get the words out.
Namjoon's expression softened for the briefest moment, but his answer was as chilling as the man himself. "Because you intrigue me."
The room felt smaller, the air heavier. Y/N's eyes darted toward the door, but Namjoon's imposing presence blocked the only exit. She glanced at the windows—they were ornate, but the intricate designs concealed the steel bars beneath. There was no escape.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered, tears threatening to spill.
Namjoon straightened, adjusting his cuffs with a measured, deliberate grace. "Everything," he said simply.
The word sent a shiver down her spine.
A sharp knock on the door broke the tense silence. Without taking his eyes off her, Namjoon called out, "Enter."
A man dressed in black stepped into the room, carrying a tray of food. He placed it on the small table near the bed and left without a word.
"Eat," Namjoon ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Y/N stared at the tray, her stomach churning. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "What if I don't?"
Namjoon's smile was faint, but the glint in his eyes made her blood run cold. "Then you'll go hungry. But let me make one thing clear." He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers, his voice low and dangerous. "You won't leave this room until you learn to obey."
Anger flared in Y/N's chest, momentarily overpowering her fear. "You can't just keep me here!" she snapped, her voice shaking.
Namjoon tilted his head, studying her with a calm amusement. "Watch me."
He straightened, his commanding presence towering over her. "Rest, Y/N," he said, his voice softer now but no less firm. "You'll need your strength for what's to come."
With that, he turned and walked to the door. The heavy sound of it closing behind him echoed through the room, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts.
Y/N's body trembled as she pulled the sheets tightly around herself. Her mind spun with fear and confusion, but one thing was clear: her life had just been irrevocably changed.