048

JEON

Heavy curtains drawn tight—no sliver of moonlight, no dawn creeping in.Just the low hum of the city below and her steady breathing filling the silence.

My fingers drag down her cheek again. Soft. Too soft for someone who fought me this hard for months.

"Two months"I press into that plush bottom lip, she used to bite when she lied to me. "Two . fucking . months"

She doesn’t stir—just shifts deeper into my pillows like some obedient doll put here by fate itself. Duvet is pulled up high around her throat… as if hiding herself from me even in sleep.

Her skin warm under my palm—not feverish but alive with something restless beneath... like part of her fights unconsciousness while another part leans instinctively toward where I am sitting at edge watching over.

And ohhh she does look beautiful—hair fanned out across black satin sheets; lashes casting shadows on cheeks that should be flushed from anger but aren't..

I trail lower — along collarbone barely peeking above blanket before stopping abruptly at scar, which last time Lucas kicked his way too violently for her delicate flesh.

You hid away...Fought...Cried…Pressed charges...

Burned every bridge you could find...

But here? Now? Wrapped around my sheets, Just a perfect little wife waiting patiently on master’s bed exactly where she belongs..

I move the strand of hair away. "You look so beautiful like this, all for me."

Heavy silence swallows my words whole—no sunlight, no sound, just her soft breaths and the whisper of fabric as i pull down the duvet to see more.

She looks perfect like this:

Hair fanned out my pillows like ink spilled over white linen.Lips parted slightly—the same ones that hissed insults at me in court.That too-tight coat gone, leaving only a thin camisole clinging to her skin where I can see goosebumps rising from my fingers trail down.

Months since I’ve had you like this—since you've been mine without fight or fear twisting between us—and fuck it wasn't worthless for every sleepless night chasing her through clinics and courtrooms just to drag this pretty body back here...

I brush over her lower lip and press harder until she stirs slightly with a sigh against my palm—like some part of her already recognizes who owns every inch.

"Two months" my voice muffled against damp skin as calloused fingertips skates beneath lace straps.And ohhh its good that here's not one goddamn lawyer left standing who'd dare stop me now to have you right now.

She is beautiful. Like always. Even now after these months.Looks so tiny. So fragile.

Soft breath rising and falling with every inhale.

God....

I want touch everywhere, I want to mark, claim every part of as mine again. The past months felt like a goddamn eternity.

But I'll be patience.

I'll be patient.

Click— The door creaks open.

"Bos- "  I raise one hand. The maids freeze mid-step,

I tuck the duvet upto her chest.And slowly get up from bed. She doesn't stir a bit. I turn—the last bottle of milk clutched nervously in their trembling hands.

"Um, Boss—" She swallows—"We're sorry, little master's food…i-is ready"

One scrambles forward with tray, The other two hold their breath behind her.

"He doesn’t need it anymore."

Their eyes shot up at me—mouth gape like I've suddenly grown a second head.Silence stretches. They look visibly confused, uncertain how to respond.

"But...sir… he- he's used to have milk this hour…"

I cross my arms. "He is feeding."

They frown, look even more bewildered, confusion etched on the faces. They glance behind me and eyes widen. Throat bobs.

"Now leave."

They flinch —quickly nod, averts their gaze and scurries out.Footsteps scurry down the hall like startled mice— The door clicks shut behind them with finality.

Silence settles again, thick, heavy.

I turn, she's still undisturbed—chest rising slow beneath the duvet. Every inch of her is mine.

Her breath my air to stealHer warmth my heat to claimThat last bottle of Lucas’s milk now nothing but a forgotten relic.Fngers curl into fists, stare down her face—exhale—i reach inside my pocket and take out an cigarette

And light it.Smoke curls through air.

Her features relaxed, Eyes gently shut. Breath steady.Looks like some sleeping princess from old folktales. But this time I'm the one who captured her.Slowly—i sit on the edge.

"This....Is where you belong, Little Lawyer."Not in that hotel rooms or that shitty court. But in my bed under my duvet.—this is the only place you'll sleep from now on…

I stub the cigarette on tabletop.

Slowly—the duvet slips further—revealing more—revealing Lucas nestled against her chest like some greedy little king, face flushed, damp with milk.

Sigh.

Suck—breath—suck.He curled naked against her, tiny face buried in the warmth of her skin as he feeds greedily.

Her shirt opened entirely—breasts exposed to him.

His small mouth latched onto one while his chubby fingers knead at the other, milk dripping from both sides—he giggles, cheeks smeared with it like some kind of sinful feast.

I swallow.

His fingers squeeze, the nipple flushed pink, Milk spills freely on sheet, he makes soft hungry noises between each greedy pull.Fuck if that sight isn't obscene: then what else—My son drinking from my wife, While she—completely vulnerable and unconscious beneath us…

She doesn’t stir a inch. Just lets him take what he wants from her body without a protest—her skin warm beneath him, milk continues drip freely down her sides on sheets.

It’s obscene.It’s perfect.My family.

His tiny mouth latches on other nipple with hungry suction, while the other remains exposed pink glistening where he's been sucking roughly between his playing.

I exhale.

A beat passes.

Lucas’s chubby cheeks suckle more greedily at the flesh, which still bruised from my teeth…How effortlessly she provides for him even unconscious.That second nipple leaking silently onto crumpled fabric.

"Look at you, Even in your dreams you're feeding my son."

And God help me.

I exhale—smoke curls around me like some dense fog."I told you buddy, I'd bring your mommy back."He sucks and gurgles hungrily, wide eyes fixed on me.

Smoke curling up, obscuring in air like a veil.

Lucas suckles, wide eyes staring me—

Beep. Beep.

I glance down—a voice note—this time Its Elon, the bastard who actually managed to pull off a miracle for once in his pathetic life.

Click.

"Sir, we won the case completely. Court dismissed every charges and—"

I turn off.

Another drag of cigarette burns between teeth. Then another.She breaths soft.Flick ashes into the tray beside.

"You are my legal wife now—"

"Even in front of the entire world, little lawyer."

Its so fucking poetic.The same system she fought so hard against me , that finally sealing what was always true:Everyone knows you belong under my roof…in my bed…with our son nursing greedily on your skin while I sit here victorious over every last goddamn obstacle between us...

No more court battles.No more hiding in hotels.Just this: your body feeding my son while mine claims every inch you have left...

"Umm..mphh..mmpphh—"Lucas gurgles around a mouthful of milk like he understands what just changed—and for once, everyone will know—from judges to maids to every single people out there—that you belong under my name whether awake or asleep…

Lucas lets out a wet chuckle against her skin like he already understands how deep his father's claims run..

And there's not one goddamn law left standing which can stop me from keeping you here forever.

I slide under the duvet—settling next to her warmth, her body pressed into my side, I lean against the headboard.

I reach up brush the hair away from her face—her features still soft with sleep."Look at him, y/n." "He's your son"" He missed you while you left him away"

Lucas stares back at me with wide eyes, chubby hand still clinging his mother's chest like he's afraid I'll take her away—

I stroke his head gently, he suckling lazily at her nipple, cheeks flushed more pink with feeding—looking almost innocent despite the possessive hold he has over her body.

"He looks happy," My thumb smoothing her cheek. "He wants you… he missed you."

My hands run down her side, tracing the curve of her hip through the thin fabric of her shirt.The soft skin ripples under my touch before she lets out a small sigh in her sleep—like she's dreaming of something.

Lucas finally pulls away from her nipple with a soft, suckling pop. His eyes are heavy lidded, satisfied. As he lets out a little yawn and latch again "You little glutton—How are you so hungry all the time?"

I touch the smooth skin of her stomach, the gentle rise and fall of breathing underneath.

Room steeped dark.Silence thick and almost smothering.

The only sounds the soft suckling of Lucas's mouth and the slow exhales of my cigarette.

The duvet shifts, I settle deeper against the headboard, body caging hers.

Lucas’s greedy noises fill the silence between us.

"Look at him""My—our son." I trail from her hair to brush a thumb over his tiny fist where he clutches weakly at her shirt fabric. "He did cry when you left,  waited for you like some patient little beast." my breath stirs her hair."You think he knew?—That no matter how far you ran… you'd always come back to this bed eventually?"Lucas gurgles around his mouthful like an answer all on its own...

I tug her nipples out his little fingers—he whines and glares at me.

The audacity of this little brat. I glare back to warn him, daring him to keep that attitude up—but he stares back like he's considering throwing a fit right here.  "Little monster!"

Her nipple is flushed red from his greedy little mouth—so tempting.

He whines and glare like he owns her and this entire goddamn villa.

He tries to snatch the red peak again. I tug it back.His lips quiver.He's close to crying.Like challenging me.

Yeah Cry.

Let your mommy deal with you.

I yank it far back from his tiny, greedy fingers—his whine immediate, high-pitched, indignant.

Brat.

He glares with wet milk smeared cheeks—lips trembling like he can’t decide whether to scream or suck harder for revenge.

"Stay. Still"

His face scrunches tighter, I flick the swollen peak again—its flushed red from his relentless playing— redden and throb in my fingers.I swallow-  teeth grit hard—

Every instinct roars to take that abused nipple in my mouth…to soothe what he roughed up.But no.Not yet.Let him cry until her body wakes reflexively to comfort him first…

Lucas lets out another pitiful wail as tears bead along his lashes—

Mmmpphh...WAAHHH waaahhh...

Beep.My phone vibrates again.A message scrolls across the screen.

"Boss, we got uncle park."

"Ahh…"  A sharp gasp-

I turn —her face twisting, half-conscious.

I get to my feet.Her expression painful, eyes still shut.

How beautiful her suffering looks.

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