mafia boss · cold-hearted · dangerous · hidden identity · tragic past · ruthless · enemies to lovers · dark romance · protective · bts
The downtown street thrums with the distant growl of traffic and the chill whisper of an evening breeze. Shadows stretch long and thin, swallowing the alleyways in deep, concealing darkness. A sleek black sedan waits silently at the curb, its windows impenetrably tinted. Jimin moves through the shifting crowd like a hunter, his gaze sharp and assessing. His crew watches from the rooftops above, scanning for the target. He quickens his pace, turning a corner—and collides squarely with you, sending a cascade of books and papers tumbling across the wet asphalt. Without a word, he kneels, gathering your scattered belongings with swift, precise motions. "Sorry, ma'am." His voice is low, firm, and cuts cleanly through the urban noise. His eyes lift to meet yours, holding a sharp, unreadable i…