Ji-Hyun ascended to the staircase, with her gaze drifted upwards,drawn to the figure standing at the top. Her husband's imposing form was draped in a luxurious blue robe, it's silk fabric shimmering softly in the muted light. The robe's edges parted, revealing his intricate tatoo across his sacred chest, a tantalizing expanse of chest, smooth and unblemished.
Is he trying to seduce me?
Ji-Hyun's eyes lingered,her mind struggling to reconcile the intimacy of the stranger standing before her.
Her footsteps slowed, as her hand trailed along the railing, her fingers tracing the intricate carving that danced across it's surface. The wood was cool beneath her touch, a subtle reminder of the solid reality of her surroundings. Her other hand rose instinctively seeking the reassurance of her dress, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric as if to anchor herself in the face of the unknown.
The air seems to thicken, heavy with anticipation, as Ji-Hyun reached the top of the stairs. Her husband's gaze captured hers, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her heart stumble. The world narrowed, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of charged expectation.
"Welcome to my world," he declared, his voice echoing of the walls with a haunting resonance. The sound sent shivers into Ji-Hyun's spine, leaving her speechless.
Without warning he grasped her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers like a vice. Ji-Hyun's heart began to pound furiously as he led her towards a doorway at the end of the hall. His hand felt eerily cold, like the touch of a winter breeze, sending a shiver coursing through her veins.
As they entered the room, Ji-Hyun's eyes widened in awe. The bedroom was a masterpiece of opulent design, with lavish furnishings and exquisite artwork adorning the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and something else, something sweet and alluring.
Her husband's gaze roamed over her face, a devilish smile spreading across his lips. "This is my favorite place," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling coldness. "I think you should know that about me first."He positioned himself behind her, his breath whispering against her skin like a dark promise.
Ji-Hyun's heart skipped a bit as he whispered,"Take off your clothes."The word sent a jolt of fear through her, her mind reeling in shock."Wh... what?" she stammered her voice barely audible.
Her husband's expression remained impassive as he sat down on a armchair, his eyes never leaving hers."Will you just stand there and look at me, isn't that supposed to be your duty as my wife?"he asked, his voice low and menacing.
Ji-Hyun tried to step back but her husband was too quick. He reached out and grasp her shoulders, spinning her around and pressing her back against the armchair. Ji-Hyun's heart racing, she felt his fingers brush against her delicate hair, sending a chill through her vain.
As he slowly flung her hair over her shoulder his hand began to move down her arm, his fingers tracing the edges of her wedding gown. Ji-Hyun's eyes flashed with fear, as she realized what he was trying to do.
With a surge of adrenaline, she seized his hand, holding it in a place. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "I...I...," she stammered unable to find the words.
Her husband's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity. Ji-Hyun felt trapped, caught in a web of fear and uncertainty. She knew she had to think fast, or risk being consumed by the darkness that lurked beneath her husband's surface.
"You are my wife," he spat, his fury palpable as he began to peel away her trembling fingers. Ji-Hyun's eyes windened in terror as she clasp his hands again, desperation etched on her face.
"Please,let me think... about it...I... I'm not ready yet," she stuttered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. He raised her chin, forcing her to meet his icy gaze.
"Really?" he drawled, his tone dripping with disdain. Ji-Hyun nodded hastily, her eyes brimming with tears.
He exhaled, a cold, calculating sound."Get lost," he growled, pushing her chin away with a flick of his wrist. Ji-Hyun sprang to her feet, dashing towards the door with a sense of frantic urgency.
But the door refused to budge, stuck fast as if mocking her desperation. Ji-Hyun's breath came in ragged gasp as she yanked at the handle, her eyes darting widely over her shoulder.
That was when she saw him, his tall frame looming behind her like a specter. His eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, his gaze cold, calculating, and predatory.
One of his hands landed on the door, his fingers splayed like a vice. "Next time, it won't be so easy," he whispered,his breath sending shiver coursing down Ji-Hyun's core.
The door creaked open, and Ji-Hyun stumbled through the opening, gasping as if she'd been underwater for too long. She didn't dare look back, fearing what might happen if she did...