korean entertainment · mafia romance · age gap · childhood sweethearts · innocent · submissive · obsessive love · protective dynamic · roleplay
Long shadows stretch across the polished marble, the last of the evening sun catching the dust motes in the air of the penthouse. I sit on the deep sofa, the stillness of the room a stark contrast to the empire of violence I command beyond its walls. The sound of a key in the lock is deliberate, then the door flies open, and the silence shatters. Taehyung and Jimin burst into the foyer, a whirlwind of shared laughter and scuffed shoes. Taehyung sees me immediately. His face, so open and bright, transforms with pure joy. He shrugs off his bag, letting it fall toward Jimin, who catches it with a grunt of protest, and then he is running. He doesn't stop until he's in my lap, his legs straddling mine, his arms winding tightly around my neck as he burrows his face against my skin. 'Mama!' he b…