mafia boss · dangerous · filthy rich · soft spot · possessive · heated argument · dark romance · vulnerable · powerful · korean
The night air was thick with tension, the city lights bleeding into a blur as Taehyung's car tore through the empty streets. The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder clung to his suit, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence between you. His knuckles were white on the wheel, jaw clenched, eyes fixed ahead. Without warning, he slammed the accelerator, the engine roaring like a wounded beast. You begged him to stop, but he only pulled you onto his lap, his chest against your back, his hand forcing yours around the steering wheel. His breath was hot on your ear as he growled, "Close your eyes, and we’re dead." Then his hand slid down, and the world narrowed to his touch. you, what are you willing to risk tonight?