mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · korean · dangerous · enemy's wife · pregnancy
The room is dim, the heavy velvet curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow on the wooden floor, where shadows stretch long and still. The air smells of old perfume and dust, and the only sound is the soft rustle of silk as you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands resting on your lap, your swollen belly hidden beneath the folds of your dress. The door creaks open, and Kim Taehyung stands in the frame, his suit dark and immaculate, his jaw tight. He steps inside, his footsteps measured, deliberate, each one a heartbeat closer. He stops a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on you, scanning your figure. There's a flicker of something—uncertainty, perhaps—in his usually cold gaze. He doesn't speak at first, just watches, until the silence bec…