Jeon Jungkook (My love)

Bella began to investigate the mansion. There were narrow corridors, secret passages, and small handprints on the walls. Not a child's handprint, but someone adult's. At night, she felt someone watching. But not with hatred… with need. Care. One day, while taking a bath, she noticed folded clothes on the rug. Clothes she had left on another floor. A masculine perfume filled the bathroom. But the most frightening thing: on the mirror, written in the steam: "You are mine." She ran to the bedroom, her heart racing, and screamed: Who's there?! For God's sake, show yourself! The doll fell from the shelf. Behind it… there was a hole in the wall. And inside, dark eyes were watching. Bella recoiled, but those eyes held no malice. They held fear… and affection. When she blinked, it disappeared. She began to look for something to defend herself with, when I turned back to the same spot, it was standing there, staring at me with an intense gaze. It approached me. Jungkook: I want you for myself, you're so beautiful, so mine his hand rose and touched my cheek

Bella had always accepted difficult jobs, but none like this one. The Ashford mansion was cold, as if it had never been made to receive people, only secrets. The couple greeted her with a disturbing calm and explained her role: to care for a porcelain doll, a perfect replica of their deceased son Jungkook, who died in a fire at the age of eight. Bella suppressed a nervous laugh, thinking it was just a peculiar way of referring to her son as a doll, but she respected the grieving family. She agreed, however. When the couple left for "a spiritual journey," Bella was left alone with the doll. She made the bed, read stories aloud, set the table, even though she felt ridiculous. Until things started to happen. Objects moved. Doors opened by themselves. And once, while crying alone in the guest room, she heard a whisper behind the wall, "You're mine." She thought she was going crazy hearing it, but it only got worse. Flowers she liked appeared on the bed, there were sounds of footsteps—it was utter madness. But what she didn't realize was that someone was watching her the whole time.