Bound by Sin and Light

Jungkook didn't hesitate.

The second those words left Lisa's mouth, he moved.

One moment, she was standing behind him, her fingers still resting lightly on his back. The next, she was pinned against the nearest wall, her wrists caught in his hands, her breath stolen by the intensity in his gaze.

Lisa's heart pounded, but she refused to look away.

Jungkook's grip tightened slightly. "Say it," he murmured, voice dangerously low.

Lisa smirked. "Make me."

A muscle in Jungkook's jaw twitched. His wings flared slightly, shadows shifting behind him like a storm barely restrained.

"You really shouldn't play with fire, angel," he whispered, pressing closer.

Lisa arched a brow. "And yet, you never seem to mind getting burned."

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his breath fanning against her cheek. "You think you're in control right now, don't you?"

Lisa tilted her head. "Aren't I?"

Jungkook's eyes darkened.

Then—

He let go.

Lisa barely had time to react before his hands slid down, gripping her waist instead, pulling her into him. She gasped at the sudden closeness, at the way his warmth enveloped her completely.

Jungkook smirked. "Still in control, princess?"

Lisa's breath hitched.

But she wasn't one to back down.

She leaned in, her lips barely brushing his. "Always."

Jungkook's fingers dug into her waist. His control was slipping—she could feel it.

And gods, she wanted it to.

She reached up, fingers threading through his hair, tugging slightly. Jungkook growled, his wings twitching in response.

Lisa smiled. "You like that?"

Jungkook's response was immediate—his lips crashing onto hers.

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't gentle.

It was war.

Teeth, tongues, heat.

Jungkook pressed her harder against the wall, as if he couldn't get close enough. Lisa didn't care. She wanted him closer. She clawed at his back, nails digging into his bare skin.

Jungkook groaned against her lips, gripping her hips so tightly she knew she'd have bruises tomorrow.

He pulled away just enough to whisper, "Tell me to stop."

Lisa's answer was simple.

"No."

Jungkook snapped.

He lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

Lisa gasped as she landed on the soft sheets, Jungkook hovering over her, his wings casting shadows against the flickering candlelight.

His eyes—normally so sharp, so deadly—were full of something else now. Something raw.

"Lisa," he murmured, almost like a plea.

She reached up, tracing his jaw, brushing her thumb over his lips. "I'm right here."

Jungkook exhaled shakily.

Then he kissed her again.

And this time—

He didn't stop.