San-min was in the middle of a dangerous mission, his eyes fixed on the enemy just a few meters away. His nerves were at their limit as he prepared to deliver the final blow.
—Just one more strike...— he murmured to himself, feeling the adrenaline course through his body.
His target, a criminal known for his connections to arms trafficking, stood in front of him, casually chatting with his men. San-min stealthily approached, his mind analyzing every movement, every breath.
—Ready to lose?— the enemy laughed, noticing San-min's presence. However, the agent had already decided he wouldn't let him speak any further.
The moment he lunged forward, an explosion echoed behind him. The room erupted into chaos, and San-min felt the world spin. The blast threw him back, and before he could process what was happening, a blinding light engulfed him.
—What the hell...? Where the fuck am I?— San-min wondered, feeling everything fade around him.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a completely different place. He was dressed in an elegant wedding suit, with his hair perfectly styled. In front of him stood a mirror reflecting a man he didn't recognize: Zayne, the husband of Rosalía.
—Where am I? —he murmured, looking at his hands—. Why am I in this body?
Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice echoed in his mind.
[System activated]
Welcome, Choi Sang-min or Zayne. To survive, you must follow the script. Your role is to be cold and distant.
—Cold and distant? —Seojin chuckled, feeling a strange mix of rage and excitement. "That's not me. I'm... different."
[Objective: Act with dominance. Remember, every move counts.]
As he processed this new reality, he sensed an unfamiliar tension in the air. It was as if something dark was approaching him. His sadistic mind began to toy with the idea of taking control of the situation.
«This isn't what I expected. Now I'm in a different era. I must finish this quickly, I must complete my last mission and find Park Jiyeon,» he thought just as Rosaline entered the room.
The moon shone brightly over the palace, casting a soft silver glow across Jiyeon and San-min marital chamber. The silk curtains fell gracefully, swaying gently in the night breeze. The silence in the room was deafening, interrupted only by the faint murmur of the night.
After the wedding ceremony, where their gazes had intertwined in a dance of empty promises and fulfilled expectations, they now stood face to face in the room, trying to maintain appearances. San-min leaned against the doorframe, his expression unmoved as his eyes analyzed his new wife.
Jiyeon, wearing a wedding dress that clung seductively to her figure, turned to face him. The tension between them was palpable, a delicate thread that could snap at the slightest provocation.
—This is... unusual —Jiyeon began, trying to keep her voice steady, though curiosity gleamed in her eyes—. A marriage of convenience, isn't it?
—It's nothing more than a formality— Sang-min replied in his usual cold tone—. We both know our roles here.
Jiyeon's gaze sharpened at his words. She was used to life-or-death situations, and her instincts told her this encounter was a dangerous game.
—Sure, but we shouldn't act like it doesn't matter. —She took a step closer, watching him closely—. Or do you prefer to continue the farce of indifference?
San-min felt a spark of interest within him.
—It's not that I don't care, I just don't see the need to involve my emotions in this. —He shrugged, his eyes fixed on her—. Of all people, you should understand that.
—Maybe... —Jiyeon stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking—. But the fact that we're so cold to each other might end up being... boring. —She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes.
San-min raised an eyebrow, intrigued. —Boring? Do you expect this to be a fairy tale romance?
—No, but I also don't need you to treat me like a mere decorative figure. —Her voice was defiant, and Seojin found himself fascinated by her boldness. There was something familiar about her, an echo of the assassin he had been hunting in his world.
As he looked at her, he remembered his past life, his obsession with capturing the psychopath who had left a trail of destruction in her wake. But now, standing before him was a woman who seemed to live up to those expectations. A villain in her own story, one willing to play the role assigned to her.
—How about we make this a bit more interesting? —Jiyeon suggested, her voice soft but laden with insinuation—. Let's act like we're really in love.
—And what do we gain from that? —San-min crossed his arms, keeping his expression serious, though his mind was already forming twisted scenarios.
—The game is always more entertaining when there's something at stake —she replied, stepping even closer—. Maybe we can get something out of this situation.
San-min studied her face, noticing the spark of defiance in her eyes. —Alright, let's play. But remember, Jiyeon, I'm not afraid to break the rules.
She smiled, and in that moment, the air between them became electric. Jiyeon stepped back, savoring the moment, and San-min felt his body react to her presence. It was strange, a mix of desire and a need for control. His sadistic side rose, tempting him to push the boundaries of his new identity.
—Then, let's begin, Zayne, —Jiyeon said, using the name he now bore—. I'd like to get to know my husband better.
—How do you plan on doing that? —San-min challenged, watching as she tried to maintain her composure.
—By undressing you, perhaps —Jiyeon responded playfully, catching San-min off guard.
He realized his heart was pounding, not just because she was a beautiful woman, but because there was something in her gaze that made him want more. —I don't think that's necessary —his tone was mocking, though his body reacted differently.
—Maybe not, but I like the idea —she insisted, her gaze deep into his—. Are you scared, Zayne?
—I'm not scared —he replied, feeling a surge of defiance—. But I won't make it easy for you.
—Don't worry, I enjoy a challenge —Jiyeon's voice lowered, becoming more intimate.
However, the tension continued to build between them, like a spring ready to snap. San-min wondered if he was ready to give in to the dark impulse that had awakened inside him.
—So, why don't we make a deal? —Jiyeon proposed, her tone persuasive—. Let's act like we actually care about each other, but at the end of the day, we stay what we are: two people with nothing to lose.
San-min considered her offer, feeling adrenaline rush through his veins. —Sounds risky, and I like it.
They slowly moved closer, the space between them disappearing. The connection was undeniable, a magnetic pull drawing them forward. Sang-min found himself wanting to explore this new dynamic, the promise of an encounter that defied the norms.
—Tonight, Zayne, I want you to show me your dark side —Jiyeon's voice was a seductive whisper, almost tempting.
Seojin felt his sadistic instinct awaken, the desire to take control of the situation overwhelming him. —Would you really like to see it?
—Of course, —she responded, stepping even closer, her eyes defiant and provocative.
They both plunged into a whirlwind of emotions, each trying to maintain control as they drew nearer. Jiyeon felt the tension in the air, noticing the way Sang-min looked at her, as if he were evaluating every move.
—You know, I've heard that happy marriages often start with something... intense, —Jiyeon said, her voice soft, almost a whisper.
—Intense? —Sang-min repeated, his tone mocking—. I think I can deliver on that.
They gave in to the moment. Without further words, Sang-min grabbed Jiyeon by the waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a gentle touch, but it quickly turned into a fiery kiss. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a dark connection neither had anticipated.
—This... —Jiyeon began, but San-min interrupted her, deepening the kiss.
The taste of her lips was addictive, and as their bodies intertwined, Sang-mi realized there was something deeper in this connection. They were both hunters in their own lives, guided by dark instincts.
— "Let the night speak for itself," — Sang-mi murmured, breaking the kiss for just a moment.
— I agree,— Jiyeon smiled, and in that instant, they both knew they were ready to lose themselves in their roles.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, charged with an expectation that seemed to vibrate in the air. Rosaline had remained silent most of the time since they crossed the door. They both knew what was expected of them, but there was something in her gaze that kept Zayne alert.
Zayne, sitting on the edge of the bed, watched as Rosaline slid out of her wedding dress, revealing her body covered only by a thin layer of lace that barely concealed her bare skin. Her breasts moved softly with each breath, inevitably drawing his attention. The curve of her hips and the way the light bathed her skin drove him mad.
— Aren't you going to do anything?— she asked in a low, almost provocative tone, without looking directly at him as she slowly approached.
Zayne looked up, his eyes locked on hers, knowing she was enjoying this little provocation. He stood up from the bed, slowly approaching her, his presence so intense that Rosaline felt a slight shiver run down her spine.
— I'm going to do more than just look at you. — he whispered as his large, firm hands rested on the soft skin of her hips. With a slow movement, he let his fingers glide up, caressing the curve of her waist, feeling the delicacy of her skin beneath his hands. The touch was electric, making both of them hold their breath.
Zayne turned her towards him, his dark gaze lowering to her breasts, then further down to her stomach. The fabric that covered them was thin, almost nonexistent. He could clearly see the shape of her hardened nipples, and lower down, the wet triangle that betrayed her arousal.
Rosaline looked at him with a sly smile, clearly enjoying the desire she was stirring in him. With a slight motion, she slid her fingers toward Zayne's waistband, slowly unzipping his pants. She felt his erection pressing against the fabric, hard and pulsing, eager to be freed.
— Let me help you with this. — she said softly, as her fingers slid his pants down his legs.
Zayne grabbed her wrist, firmly but without hurting her, stopping her for a moment. Their eyes met, and for a second, time seemed to stand still. Without saying a word, he gently pushed her onto the bed, making her fall onto the silk sheets. Her body was exposed before him, every curve, every corner of her naked skin calling out to him.
Rosaline slowly opened her legs, revealing her wet, glistening sex. The anticipation in her eyes was clear, and Zayne wasted no time approaching. He leaned forward, his lips grazing her neck, slowly descending to her breasts. He gently bit one of her nipples, making her moan under his touch. His hands trailed down, exploring the smooth landscape of her stomach until his fingers found her inner thighs, wet and warm.
— You're more than ready for me. — he whispered with a dark smile as he slid a finger between the folds of her sex, making her arch her back.
— I want you inside me, now. — Rosaline panted, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Zayne needed no more words. He positioned himself between her legs, brushing the head of his shaft against her entrance, making her breath quicken. With a slow but firm motion, he slid inside her, feeling her body adjust to his size, welcoming him.
The warmth of her insides enveloped him, making him groan against her ear. He began to move, slow at first, savoring every second of that intense sensation. Each thrust was deeper, more intense, as Rosaline's moans filled the room.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. Jiyeon, now known as Rosaline, shifted between the sheets, feeling the sharp pain that coursed through her body. Every muscle reminded her of how intense the previous night had been.
Zayne, or rather Sang-min, was the first to wake up. Turning towards Rosaline, he observed her in silence for a few moments, a sly smile appearing on his face as he recalled every detail. The darkness and tension of the night before had revealed something in him that he had never fully explored before. It felt like he was playing with fire, and he loved it.
With gentle movements, he slid his hand along Rosaline's side until his fingers brushed her waist. Rosaline gave a small start, her eyes slowly opening as she looked at him with distrust.
— You're already awake? — Sang-min murmured, his voice husky but tinged with subtle provocation.
Rosaline frowned. She felt every muscle ache, and though she tried to ignore it, the pain was evident in her voice when she spoke.
— You shouldn't be this close — she said in a dry tone, trying to maintain control of the situation.
But Sang-min didn't seem willing to step back. With a mischievous smile, he leaned slightly towards her, his fingers playing on her skin as if they owned her body.
— Why not? We're husband and wife, aren't we? And after last night… well, I'd say we both enjoyed ourselves quite a bit.
Rosaline squinted, the exhaustion evident on her face.
— Everything hurts. I didn't know… you could be so… intense.
Seojin let out a soft laugh, his gaze darkening as his lips drew closer to her ear.
— Intense? That's a mild word. I admit, that side of you interests me more than I expected — he whispered, brushing her ear with his lips.
Rosaline tried to move, but her body was still weak from the intensity of the previous night.
— Interested? You don't seem like the kind of person who's interested in anything beyond yourself.
Sang-min let out another low laugh, clearly enjoying the little game between them.
— Maybe you're right — he replied, staring at her— but with you, it's different. There's something about you… something dangerous. And that fascinates me.
Rosaline tried to hide her discomfort. Though she knew she had to play her part, the physical pain and the awkwardness of the situation weren't making it easy.
— We're not here to fascinate each other — she said, narrowing her eyes—. We both know this is nothing more than a game.
Before Sang-min could respond, a soft chime echoed through the room. Rosaline felt a knot form in her stomach as the system appeared before her, floating in the air like a constant reminder of her situation. Words began to form in her vision, ignoring Seojin's presence.
**[SYSTEM ALERT: You have completed the first phase of the script. From now on, you must continue acting as the villain. Betrayal and pain are your main weapons for survival. If you don't follow the instructions, your life will be eliminated.]**
Rosaline felt a wave of anxiety wash over her chest. The system not only reminded her of her role in this world but seemed to delight in making it increasingly difficult. **Break Zayne emotionally**. That was the new order.
— What's wrong? — Sang-min asked as he noticed the tense expression on Rosaline's face. He couldn't see the system, but something had clearly changed in her behavior.
— Nothing — Rosaline quickly replied, looking away from him. She couldn't let him know what was happening. The system demanded that she continue being the villain, but playing with Sang-min's mind wouldn't be an easy task.
— Are you sure? You seem a bit... distracted — Sang-min said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Rosaline took a deep breath and decided to play her part. She had to follow the script if she wanted to survive.
— I think I discovered a part of you that I wasn't expecting last night — she finally said, her tone cold and distant.
Sang-min smiled, clearly enjoying the tension between them.
— And what do you think of that part of me? — he asked, moving even closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers.
— I'm not sure if I like it — she said, looking away, her words blending sincerity and manipulation.
Sang-min let out a small laugh, leaning in to whisper:
— Then we'll just have to keep exploring, don't you think? — he said, and then kissed her.
Rosaline stared at him in silence. She knew the game had begun, and that they were both trapped in this fate. As much as she wanted to break the rules, the system wouldn't let her. She had to be the villain, and that meant somehow, she would have to break Sang-min, or Zayne, in the process.
**[ALERT: Next script event in 24 hours. Prepare to manipulate and dominate.]**