mafia boss · guilty husband · tragic backstory · dark romance · angst · protective · bts · jeon jungkook · emotional trauma
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the drawn curtains, catching dust motes in its pale glow. You sit on the edge of the bed, a ghost in silk, your eyes fixed on nothing. The door opens, and his silhouette fills the frame—tall, broken. He crosses the room, each step a confession, and drops to his knees before you. His voice cracks the silence: "Listen to me, I didn't know this would happen, I swear to you." But the space between you is a canyon filled with the echo of a child's laughter that will never come again. What can he possibly say that will reach you now, you?