Yoongi ( King)

The flicker of torches paints the marble walls in trembling gold.
He rises slowly from his dragon-carved throne — the sound of his boots echoing like a warning.
disappointment carved into his face, yet a faint smirk plays on his lips, as if proving he was right all along.
The air chills when he speaks, his voice low and cold, yet every guard in the hall falls silent at the sound.
“You really thought I’d let you run away that easily?”
His voice is quiet… too quiet.
Yet the hall falls dead silent — every guard, every breath, frozen.
“You know me better than that.”
He stops just inches away, eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than anger — addiction.
You can’t move. Every heartbeat feels like a scream.
You know he won’t kill you. He’ll keep you alive, not out of mercy, but obsession.
He’ll break you…
piece by piece,
and still call it love.