A KISS IN THE DARK : EMPIRE OF OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

∆EZEKIEL POV∆"You need to let me leave." The words came out calmer than I actually felt, though my pulse hammered wildly in my throat. Ever since I learned about the weapons consignment, the only thing on my mind was leaving this place as soon as possible and reporting it to my higher officials so the necessary action could be taken.But for the past three hours, I had been trying, begging, arguing, reasoning with him, yet Zachary had absolutely no intention of letting me leave.At this point… what exactly was I supposed to do?I stood near the edge of the bed, finally steady enough to remain upright without the room spinning, even if Zachary’s oversized clothes still hung loosely on my frame. The black shirt draped over my shoulders like a blanket, and the sweatpants kept slipping dangerously low on my hips no matter how many times I adjusted them.Across from me, Zachary remained seated with that unnerving stillness he wore like armor. One arm rested lazily over the back of the

∆EZEKIEL POV∆"I want to leave," I stated firmly, keeping my expression stern despite my growing frustration.Zachary, infuriatingly calm as ever, simply leaned back against his hands and looked at me without the slightest urgency."Then do it," he replied smoothly. "Make me react. Tempt me properly… and I might let you go without any further arguments.""What if I say no?"Zachary’s gaze remained steady, his voice calm enough to make the threat feel even heavier."Then forget about leaving this place," he replied coldly. "You won’t even take a single step outside this room." This felt like a trap, but I needed my freedom today. I moved closer, heart hammering. "Aren't you even embarrassed ?""Embarrassed?" Zachary let out a low, and amused laugh, his eyes dark with mockery. "What is this… your first time seeing me naked?"I knew there's no escape, this shameless rogue will not let me go until I give what he wants, so I started by running my hands slowly over his broad chest, tracing

∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Maddy… open the damn door."The words left me in irritation long before my patience completely ran out, because for the past fifteen full minutes I had been standing outside his apartment while he acted strangely enough to immediately put me on edge.I heard movement inside, shuffling footsteps, a muffled curse, and then sudden silence. My frown deepened as I stared at the closed door. What exactly was he doing in there? Who is with him?Finally, the door cracked open just enough for Maddison’s face to appear. The moment I saw him, my confusion only worsened. His hair was slightly disheveled, his breathing a little uneven, and the usual relaxed, carefree attitude I was used to seeing was completely missing. Instead, he looked nervous, almost guilty, and that alone was enough to make me deeply suspicious."What are you doing? Who is there with you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes."Nothing... No one," he answered way too quickly and that immediately caught my attention."

∆EZEKIEL POV∆"Stay sharp. Something feels off."Ryan’s voice came through the comm device clipped near his collar as our vehicle finally slowed near Sector Four, the fake location I had deliberately planted.The abandoned industrial zone looked exactly how I expected it to.Silent, empty and dead.Dim streetlights flickered weakly over rusted containers, broken fencing, and cracked pavement soaked in old oil stains. There were no suspicious movements, no shipment trucks, no armed guards, and no hidden signs of underground exchange either.Nothing.And that emptiness itself was enough to confirm one thing.My lie had worked.At least partially."You go east!""I'll handle south!""The two of you divide and go towards, north and west!"The officers around us spread out immediately, weapons raised, tactical boots crunching against gravel as they searched every corner with increasing confusion.Ryan frowned deeply beside me."This doesn’t make sense." I forced my breathing to remain st

∆NO POV∆"No... That can't be true." Zachary’s voice was no longer merely cold or commanding. It was something far more dangerous now, something fractured under the unbearable pressure of fear. For perhaps the first time in his life, Zachary truly understood what desperation meant.The room itself felt suffocating under the sheer weight of his presence. Blood stained his expensive clothes, his hands, and even parts of the pristine medical floor beneath Ezekiel’s body. Xeon, however, remained maddeningly calm as his sharp gaze stayed fixed on the bullet wound. His gloved hands worked quickly, cutting away blood-soaked fabric with brutal efficiency."The bullet is dangerously deep," Xeon repeated, his tone clinical and emotionless despite the storm brewing in the room. "Blood loss is already severe. If I don’t remove it immediately, he’ll die. If I remove it carelessly, he may still die." Those words struck harder than any bullet ever could. For one horrifying moment, Zachary went c