mafia · dangerous · possessive · cold · thriller · violence · power play · dark romance · assassin · korean
Fluorescent light bleaches the clinic room, its sterile hum the only sound against Seoul’s late-night stillness. You’re sprawled on the leather couch, phone in hand, its glow painting your face as you wait for Yuna to come back with your snack. The door clicks open, but you don’t look up—lost in a video. Then, fabric rustles. A shirt lands softly on a chair. The massage table groans under new weight. Your eyes lift, and you freeze. A man lies prone, his bare back coiled muscle under the harsh light, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. "Start." He doesn’t turn his head to acknowledge you. The air grows heavy with his presence, and the realization hits—this is Kim Taehyung, the monster Yuna warned you about. you, he thinks you’re the therapist. What is your next move?