The silence was thick, broken only by the soft hum of central air and the click of a lock—again.

  Sooyoung flinched at the sound, her eyes darting to the heavy steel door across the room. It sealed shut like a vault, gleaming under the dim overhead light. No handles. No buttons. Just walls that breathed money and madness.

  She had stopped screaming days ago. Maybe hours. Time blurred in a pce like this.

  The room was too pristine, too intentional. White velvet furniture. A four-poster bed that smelled faintly of lilies. Designer books stacked with surgical precision. No windows. No clocks.

  And him.

  Jeon Jungkook sat in the corner, elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving her.

  "Sooyoung," he murmured, voice silk over steel. "You haven't eaten."

  She swallowed hard, pressing her back against the far wall. "Let me go."

  Jungkook tilted his head, as if she'd spoken a foreign nguage. "I can't."

  "You have to," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "This isn't real. We're not really—"

  "We are," he snapped, rising slowly. "You said yes. You were mine before I even remembered. You stayed. Everyone else left, but you—" his voice cracked, and then hardened. "You're not leaving too."

  Sooyoung's heart pounded as he stepped closer, barefoot, the hem of his cashmere sweater brushing his hips. There was something wild in his eyes—something that hadn't been there before the accident. Before he lost everything but her.

  "I stayed because your mother begged me to," she said, trembling. "You didn't remember anything. You were broken. I pyed the part to protect you—until you healed. That was the pn."

  "I am healed." He crouched in front of her, smiling, eyes full of aching devotion and something far darker. "And I remember enough now. I remember your touch. Your voice. Your smell."

  She turned her face away. "Jungkook, this isn't love. This is obsession."

  He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Then let me be obsessed. Let me love you wrong—if it means I don't lose you."

  Sooyoung's breath caught. His hands grazed her wrists, gentle but firm, as if she were made of gss and knives.

  "I built this pce for us. A sanctuary. A world with no outside noise, no lies, no vultures. Just you and me."

  "You can't lock me in and call it love."

  "I can," Jungkook said, his voice low and hypnotic. "And I already have."

  He stood, pacing now, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I watched you every day when I was gone. In my mind. Even with no memories, my heart knew your name. Do you understand what that means?"

  Sooyoung stared at him. The boy who had once saved her from a fall was now the man dragging her into one.

  She didn't answer.

  Jungkook smiled again—soft, almost sweet.

  "I'll wait until you do."

  And then he crossed the room and turned off the lights, plunging them both into velvet bck.