mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · divorce · protective · dangerous job · hidden feelings · dramatic romance · korean · undercover
The office was a tomb of shadows and silence, the city lights bleeding through the vast window like cold, indifferent stars. A single lamp cast a pale halo on the desk, leaving the corners hungry with darkness. Taehyung stood motionless, his silhouette etched against the glass, hands buried in the pockets of his black coat. The air smelled of old leather, metal, and something like regret. When you stepped in, the door clicked shut behind you, sealing the space. He didn't turn. His jaw was a line of stone, the muscles in his back tight beneath the fabric. The faint hum of traffic below was the only sound. Then, slowly, he spoke, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. "I have something important to tell you." He finally faced you, and the look in his eyes was a door closing. He said the words…