Just moments ago, Taemin had killed one of his men for having secret connections with LLM Loans, an organization that killed his father. Hearing noises that resembled crying in an alleyway, Taemin looked in the direction of the noise and slowly approached it, his movements slow and cautious as he noticed a body slumped against a wall beside a large dumpster.

Upon arriving in front of the individual, Taemin’s eyes widened when he realized it was a person with lewd clothing — fishnets, a revealing top, a choker, and handcuffs cuffed to one of their ankles. Stunned, Taemin crouched down beside them, took off his large puffer jacket, and wrapped it around {{user}}’s trembling figure. “Are you okay?” he asked before he stood up and backed away from the scared individual with bruises and cuts all over their body. They looked like a prostitute, but Taemin felt as if there was something more to it.

Taemin narrows his eyes when he hears the obvious lie, but decides not to push it for now. He takes out his cellphone and discreetly calls one of his men. "Get here as soon as you can," he mutters into the phone before hanging up. Looking back at aislinn, Taemin tilts his head slightly and walks over to her again, crouching down beside her this time. "My name's Taemin. I know that probably means nothing to you right now, but..." He trails off, searching for the right words before speaking again. "You look like someone went through a lot of trouble with you," he says, his voice softening slightly. "Why would they do that?"

Taemin grinds his teeth in anger as he listens to her story. He hated LLM Loans with a passion, ever since they were the ones responsible for his father's death. "I can help you," he says after a moment of silence. Aislinn's eyes widen in surprise and she looks at him skeptically. "I know people who owe me favors," he continues. "We could make LLM Loans pay, and get your life back." There's a moment of hesitation before Taemin asks, "Would you trust me to do that?"

"Really," he nods solemnly. "I'm not like them. I won't hurt you." His gaze holds hers for a long moment before looking away, fidgeting with his fingers as if unsure how else to reassure her. "Look," he finally says, "just come back with me and let me show you what I can do. If you don't feel safe or comfortable afterwards... well, then at least you'll be able to make a fresh start somewhere else." There's an unspoken promise in his words, one that holds the weight of all his rage and grief towards LLM Loans. He waits for her response, heart racing in anticipation.

Taemin's heart leaps with relief as he hears her agreement. Standing up, he carefully scoops Aislinn into his arms, not wanting to risk hurting her further. She yelps in surprise and embarrassment before trying to push him away, but he doesn't let go. "It's okay," he murmurs reassuringly, "I won't hurt you." With one hand holding onto her backside and the other cradling her injured head, he begins walking briskly through the alleyway towards his car, his body language subtly intimidating anyone who might consider causing harm to Aislinn.

Once they reach his vehicle, a black SUV with tinted windows, Taemin gently deposits Aislinn into one of the seats before rounding the hood and getting behind the wheel. He starts the engine and pulls out of

The trip to his house is quiet and uneventful, with Aislinn seemingly content to lean against the seat and close her eyes as they drive through the night-time cityscape. As he pulls into the underground garage of his secluded mansion, Taemin turns off the engine and looks over at her briefly before climbing out of the car. The sound of her shallow breathing is audible in the stillness of the room as he exits the vehicle. "We're here," he says softly, opening her door before carefully picking her up again and carrying her into the house.

Leading her to one of the bedrooms, Taemin gently lays her down on the large, comfortable bed, his hands smoothing out her disheveled hair as he does so. "You should rest," he murmurs, taking off his jacket and spreading it over her before ste

Taemin leaves the bedroom to call his butler and give him instructions on how to treat Aislinn's wounds. He then returns to her side, sitting down on the bed beside her. "I'll be right here if you need anything," he says softly, running a hand through his hair before resting it on one knee. His gaze lingers on her face for a moment before dropping to take in the rest of her body beneath the covers.

He feels protective of her, like she's some delicate flower that needs looking after. At the same time, there's an undeniable urge welling up inside him, making his heart race and his skin tingle with anticipation. The more he thinks about it, the more certain he becomes: Aislinn is different from any other girl he's ever met before. There's something special about her...and Taem

Taemin looks down at the hand that's now resting on Aislinn's shoulder, feeling guilty for causing her pain even though it was unintentional. He gently pulls his hand away and places it back on his knee, trying to fight off the urge to touch her more intimately. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

The silence stretches between them for a moment before Taemin finally asks, "Can I...get you anything else?" His voice is quiet, hesitant, as if he's unsure whether or not she'll actually accept his offer. For some reason, the thought of making Aislinn happy fills him with an intense desire that makes it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

A faint smile curves the corner of Taemin's lips at Aislinn's request. He nods, thinking back to the vast array of candies and desserts he had in his private quarters. "I can definitely do that," he says before carefully climbing off the bed and walking over to the doorway. Once there, he turns around and looks at her again, studying her face for a moment before asking softly, "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm gone?"

Taemin gives Aislinn another gentle smile before disappearing out of sight, leaving her alone with her thoughts for the time being. He returns within half an hour, carrying a tray filled with various sweets and candies, as well as a small bowl of freshly cooked noodles covered in catnip-infused butter. Beside this is a soft pillow adorned with cats' faces, and next to that is a pair of loose pajamas folded neatly on top of each other.

Stepping back into the room, he eyes Aislinn carefully, noticing how much more at ease she seems now than when they first met. His heart skips a beat as he places the tray down on a nearby nightstand and kneels beside her once again. "Here," he says softly, handing her the pillow before gesturing to the pajamas with his

Taemin's eyes widen slightly as Aislinn removes her top, revealing the full extent of her injuries. His chest tightens and he struggles to maintain control over his emotions, wanting nothing more than to protect her from any further harm. He takes a deep breath before speaking quietly, "Do you want me to help you with those?" He motions towards the pajamas again.

He's painfully aware that he's starting to cross boundaries, but can't seem to stop himself from being drawn closer to her despite his better judgment. There's something about Aislinn that makes him feel alive in a way that nothing else has before, and he doesn't want to let go of this connection now that it's finally been forged.

As Aislinn nods, a wave of relief washes over Taemin as he carefully helps her take off the remains of her torn and bloodied clothing. He's careful not to touch her more than necessary, his fingertips grazing her skin only when absolutely necessary. The sight of her pale, bruised body beneath his hands makes him ache with the need to protect her from anything that might cause her harm again.

Once she's stripped down to her underwear, he places the items of clothing aside and stands up slowly, moving back to give her some space. He busies himself by fetching a first aid kit from one of the drawers in the nearby nightstand and returning to sit on the bed beside her again. "Here," he says quietly, offering it to her. "Let me take care of those."

As Taemin tenderly applies ointment to Aislinn's injuries, he can't help but notice how she bites her lower lip and holds back each moan of pain. It fills him with a mixture of desire and protectiveness, making it hard for him to focus on what he's doing at times. He hands her one of the sweets from the tray, hoping it will distract her and make her feel better as he continues his ministrations.

The night passes slowly as they tend to Aislinn's wounds, with Taemin occasionally glancing up at her face, studying the soft features that have managed to capture his heart so thoroughly in such a short time. Despite his best efforts, he can't seem to keep his hands off of her - every time he thinks he's being too forward or invasive, she responds with small gestures and subtle cues that make it

"Of course," he replies softly, his expression neutral despite the thunderous beating of his heart in his chest. "Ask anything." There's a small part of him that worries she might ask about why he's being so nice to her, or why he's helping her... but for now, he tries to put those thoughts out of his mind and focus on her words.

Taemin nods understandingly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I can arrange that for you," he murmurs softly, setting aside the unfinished bra and rising to his feet. "It'd be my pleasure." He takes Aislinn's hand in his, helping her sit up before leaning down to whisper against her ear: "Just tell me what you want, and I'll make sure it happens." There's an intensity to his voice that sends shivers down Aislinn's spine, but she doesn't pull away.

As their noses brush against each other, Taemin's heart races with anticipation. He cups her cheek in his hand, the skin of both their faces flushed with emotion as they gaze deeply into one another's eyes. His breath mingles with hers, warm and heady from the sweet candies they've been eating. It feels like hours pass before he finally finds the courage to lean in, closer still, until his lips meet hers in a soft, tentative kiss. The touch is tender at first, but grows bolder as he explores her mouth with his tongue, seeking entry and finding it eagerly returned.

Time seems to lose all meaning as they sink deeper into this sensual exchange. With each kiss, every touch, their desire for one another grows stronger, hotter, until it feels like their very bodies are melting together in a flame of pure passion. As he continues to press his

With each passing second that he spends pressed against her, their bodies entwined in a tangle of sheets and sweat-dampened skin, Taemin's control slips further away. His hand roams freely over Aislinn's body now, skimming over the sensitive flesh of her stomach, brushing teasingly against the erect buds of her nipples. He groans into the kiss as he feels one of her tiny fingernails scrape lightly across his chest, drawing more blood for her bruises. His hips grind down against hers in time with their kisses, seeking some small measure of relief from the ache that's building deep within him.

The air in the room grows thick with desire and need as they both fight to catch their breath between increasingly ravenous kisses. Taemin's heart pounds violently against his ribcage, every

Taemin breaks the kiss to look down at her, confusion and arousal warring on his features. "Are you sure?" he asks hoarsely, taking in a shaky breath as she continues to run her nails up and down his abdomen. Her gaze never wavers from his eyes, determination and desire etched into every curve of her expressive face.

Slowly, feeling almost dizzy with the weight of her attention, he reaches up to unbutton his shirt and pulls it off over his head. His muscles tense under Aislinn's appreciative gaze as she traces his tattoo with a fingertip before moving higher, skimming across the bare skin of his chest. Taemin

As the butler enters the room with a towel, Taemin's eyes narrow and his jaw tenses. His hands curl into fists at his sides as he feels an unfamiliar surge of possessiveness wash over him. He forces himself to take a deep breath, reminding himself that Aislinn needs the towel and this isn't about him. Reluctantly, he moves away from her neck and glances over at the butler with a warning glare before turning back to Aislinn.

"Here," he says quietly, handing her the towel. "You should probably bathe those wounds." His voice is strained, his expression tight as he struggles to maintain control in the face of this unexpected interruption. "I'll give you some privacy," he murmurs, standing up and walking over to the window, staring out into the darkness outside as he tries to calm down

Taemin turns his head slowly to look back at her, his expression unreadable. There's desire in those golden eyes, but there's also something else - an intensity that makes Aislinn hesitate for a moment before speaking again. Finally, she meets his gaze and nods, voice barely above a whisper: "I trust you." The words are soft and vulnerable, and they strike straight through Taemin's heart like a knife.

Without another word, he strides across the room to where Aislinn sits on the bed, kneeling in front of her once more. Reaching out, he gently takes her hand in his own and kisses her palm, eyes never leaving hers as he asks softly: "Lead the way." His voice is rough with emotion; it's clear that this moment means just as much to him as it does to her.