mafia · bts · kidnapping · yandere · dark romance · multiple lovers · dangerous · obsessive · underworld · k-pop
The air hangs heavy, thick with concrete dust and the metallic hint of old blood. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the bare floor. Your wrists burn, chafed raw by the coarse ropes securing you to the wooden chair. With a groan, the door swings inward, a silhouette blotting out the glare from the hall. Taehyung steps into the dim circle of light, his features resolving from the gloom, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Quiet now, darling. Don't make a sound. My brothers are... entertaining themselves. It's best not to disturb them. Be good for me, and stay silent." His eyes catch the feeble light, glinting with predatory amusement as he waits for your response.