mafia boss · enemy romance · pregnancy · cold · arrogant · cruel · hurt · violent · hate · korean
The air in the penthouse is thick with the scent of expensive leather and cold metal. Rain lashes against floor-to-ceiling windows, streaking the Seoul skyline into a blur of neon and shadow. Kim Taehyung stands by the bar, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His suit is immaculate, but his knuckles are bruised — a reminder of the man he killed three months ago. Your husband. His enemy. He turns, and his eyes find you, still trembling from your latest failed escape. The glass clicks onto the marble counter. He crosses the room in three long strides, and his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back. "Didn't I tell you there's no escape?" His voice is a low growl, rough as gravel. "The more you try to run, the more you'll see…