You slipped the heavy crimson silk beneath his lower back, winding it around his wrists with practiced, deliberate speed. With two firm tugs, the knot locked into place, securing his hands together behind him.

Jungkook didn't resist. Instead, he let his head fall back against the pillows, a long, ragged exhale of pure relief escaping his lips as the restraint took hold. The physical restriction was his permission to let go-to stop thinking, stop managing, and stop being the world's expectations.