Rose’s smirk faltered, her playful confidence giving way to sudden realization. She understood immediately what he meant—and a flush crept across her cheeks.

Jungkook’s gaze roamed her from head to toe, taking in every detail, and he smirked again, dark and possessive. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them, his presence commanding yet intimate.

The air between them crackled with tension—bold defiance meeting unyielding desire, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

Rose took a step back, her eyes blazing. “Don’t even think about it—stay far away from me!” she snapped, her voice sharp with defiance.

Jungkook’s dark eyes flickered with amusement. He moved closer, his presence imposing yet controlled. “So… you’re scared a bit,” he murmured, his smirk teasing. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”

Rose’s anger flared. She shoved him hard, her hands steady despite his imposing figure. “How… how can you even think about this?!” she shouted, her voice echoing with outrage.

Jungkook tilted his head, unbothered, and stepped closer again, closing the distance between them. “It’s our wedding night, princess,” he said, voice low and commanding. “And you’re denying me. Look at how beautiful our bed looks… imagine how good you’ll look when you’re…”

Before he could finish, Rose’s hand shot out, connecting sharply with his cheek. The slap echoed in the room, her anger and courage undeniable.

Jungkook paused for a heartbeat, dark eyes locking with hers. Instead of anger, a faint smirk played on his lips, his admiration for her fearless defiance only growing.

Rose’s eyes blazed with fury as she raised her hand. “You deserve this! I should have slapped you the day I realized—keep your obsession to yourself!” she spat, her voice sharp and defiant.

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, dark and amused. “Okay,” he murmured, his tone teasing. “I won’t do that…”

But as he stepped closer, Rose instinctively tried to push him away.

In an instant, he closed the distance, his strong hands gripping her waist and pulling her toward him. She struggled, her body tense, but before she could react further, he brushed his lips against hers in a teasing, fleeting touch. A shiver ran down her spine, electric and disarming.

Then, without warning, he pulled her completely close, capturing her lips in a firm, possessive kiss. The world seemed to narrow to that single, intense moment—their clash of wills, her defiance, and his unyielding determination fused into one intoxicating, dangerous spark.

Rose gasped, breaking the kiss instantly, her cheeks flushed and eyes blazing with both shock and fury. “How… how dare you!” she exclaimed, pushing against his chest with all her strength.

Jungkook held her firmly, dark eyes locking on hers, a low, amused smirk tugging at his lips. “Dare me?” he murmured, voice soft yet commanding. “Princess, it’s our wedding night. You can resist all you want, but I won’t let go so easily.”

Rose struggled, twisting in his grasp, but his hold was firm and unyielding. “I am not afraid of you!” she spat, though the tiny tremor in her voice betrayed her racing heartbeat.

Jungkook leaned slightly closer, his lips brushing her temple as he whispered, “I don’t want you afraid. I want you… completely.”

The tension between them was electric—her fiery defiance against his unrelenting desire. Every glance, every touch, every word was a battle neither willing to surrender.