heart of ice 「 KimTaehyung * Y/N 」

Chapter 10: The Game of Power

Y/N sat in front of the massive glass window of her penthouse, the city lights shimmering below. She held a glass of wine in her hand, swirling the liquid as if it held all the answers she needed. But nothing could answer the burning question in her mind.

Why did she still care?

Taehyung had humiliated her, manipulated her, and tried to break her. Yet, her heart still raced whenever she saw him. It was infuriating.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp ring of her phone. Francisco's name flashed on the screen.

"Chico," she greeted, her voice smooth.

"You're coming to the gala tonight, right?" His voice was casual, but Y/N knew better.

"Of course," she smirked. "It would be a shame if I didn't make an appearance."

Francisco chuckled. "Good. Because I have a surprise for you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. Francisco's surprises were always dangerous, exciting, and perfectly executed.

"See you there," she said before hanging up.

She took another sip of her wine, her mind already plotting her next move.

If Taehyung wanted to play, she would make sure he lost.

At the Gala

The grand hall was filled with the elite—the rich, the powerful, and the envious. Y/N stepped inside, her presence commanding the room. Every head turned. Every whisper was about her.

She wore a deep red silk gown, the slit running dangerously high, her confidence dripping like gold. She was fire. Untouchable. Unstoppable.

And then, she saw him.

Taehyung stood near the bar, looking every bit the ruthless CEO he was. But he wasn't alone. Lisa was beside him, clinging onto his arm, her smile victorious.

Y/N felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Or at least, that's what she told herself.

Francisco appeared beside her, offering his hand. "Shall we?"

With a smirk, Y/N took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. Their bodies moved effortlessly, drawing attention. Taehyung's attention.

She could feel his gaze burning into her, his grip on his drink tightening.

Good.

And then she did it.

She leaned into Francisco, her lips brushing against his cheek before finally pressing against his lips.

The room gasped.

Taehyung's glass shattered in his hand.

Lisa's face twisted in fury.

Checkmate.

Y/N pulled away from Francisco, looking straight into Taehyung's dark, furious eyes.

Let the game begin.