Chapter 3 Moon Was Taken

A few hours later...

Moon slowly regained consciousness, her vision blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The room was unfamiliar-its walls were painted in soft colors, yet something about it made her feel uneasy. She jolted upright, scanning her surroundings anxiously until her eyes met Christian's. He was sitting at the edge of the sofa, watching her with a smile.

"What did you do to me?" Moon asked, her voice laced with confusion and dizziness as she tried to recall the last thing she remembered.

Christian simply smiled, sitting comfortably with his legs crossed. "I just wanted to see your face while you slept. It was quite delightful, you know," he said casually, as if what he had done was perfectly normal.

Moon scowled. "You're insane!" she snapped, quickly getting out of bed to put some distance between them.

Christian remained unbothered by her reaction. He stood up and approached her, his gaze turning serious. "Consider my proposal," he said firmly. "Two days. I want your answer in two days."

Moon exhaled sharply, trying to steady herself. "I will never agree to your demand," she stated defiantly.

Christian let out a small chuckle, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? Don't you want to change your life? With me, your life will be different. No more living in that village," he teased, his tone carrying an underlying threat.

Moon shook her head. "I have no interest in becoming your woman, you womanizer," she shot back, attempting to leave the room. But before she could take another step, Christian grabbed her arm with a firm grip. Their eyes locked, and she could see the cold glint in his gaze.

"I have no patience, Moon. Just two days," Christian's voice was cold and threatening. "If you still refuse to give me an answer by then, I'll have your village wiped out. Do you want to see your grandmother homeless, along with the rest of the villagers?"

Moon clenched her fists, fury burning in her eyes. "Don't you dare touch my grandmother!" she spat.

Christian's smirk widened slightly, his gaze filled with certainty. "Of course. I only want you," he whispered as he leaned in closer, his voice crawling into her ear. "You, in exchange for your village's land. You won't lose anything, Moon. Just stay with me... and keep me entertained."

Moon tensed, feeling the weight of his intimidation, but she refused to let her fear show. "You're a bastard," she muttered under her breath, wrenching her arm free from his grip before storming out of the room.

Christian watched her retreating figure with a cold stare. "Just wait and see," he murmured to himself. "I know you'll surrender to me eventually. Rejecting me? I don't take rejection lightly. The more you resist, the tighter I'll bind you to me." A chilling smile formed on his lips, his determination unwavering.

Two Days Later

The village was filled with joy and excitement. The residents had gathered at one of the houses for a feast, their laughter and chatter blending with the lively atmosphere. Moon's grandmother was among them, chatting with others as they prepared food and drinks.

"Grandma Moon, where is Moon? Why hasn't she arrived yet?" one of the villagers asked curiously.

Grandma Moon smiled warmly. "That child is tidying up the house. She always loves cleanliness," she replied.

"Will she come?" another asked with curiosity.

Grandma Moon nodded. "Moon will come, but probably a little late. It's fine, we can eat and chat while waiting," she assured them.

"Let's eat and drink!" one of the villagers cheered, raising his glass. The others followed suit, toasting with enthusiasm. Music played loudly, accompanied by laughter and dancing as they celebrated.

Meanwhile, at home, Moon was taking a bath. Cool water from the village's showerhead cascaded over her body, refreshing and soothing her. Unbeknownst to her, the door to her house creaked open slowly. A silent, uninvited guest had entered-Christian.

He moved quietly, surveying the surroundings to ensure all the villagers were still occupied with the festivities.

Christian made his way to Moon's room, his sharp ears picking up the sound of running water from the bathroom. A sly smirk curved his lips. Stepping closer, he noticed the bathroom door wasn't fully closed.

Inside, Moon was oblivious to his presence, enjoying the cooling sensation of water against her skin, letting herself relax in the moment.

Christian stood at the door, his sharp eyes peering through the slight gap. His smirk widened as he took in the sight of her bare body, his amusement growing.

"It seems like tonight... I should indulge myself," he muttered to himself, satisfaction evident in his voice.

The air grew thick with tension, his domineering presence looming over the scene.