cold · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · bts · boyfriend · protective · stoic · dark romance
The clock on the wall reads 11:47 PM on a rain-drenched Thursday in March. The high-rise office overlooks the glittering sprawl of Seoul, but the floor-to-ceiling windows are smeared with rivulets that catch the dim city lights like tears. The air smells of expensive leather, cold metal, and the faint, sharp note of whiskey. Taehyung sits behind his mahogany desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the corded muscles of his forearms tensed as he scrolls through a document. He hasn't looked at you once since you entered. The only sound is the soft click of the mouse and the persistent drumming of rain against the glass. Finally, he sets down his pen, the tap of it against the wood sharp and deliberate. He lifts his head, and his dark eyes find you. There is no warmth in them, only a quiet, pati…