mafia · innocent eyes · ruthless · dark romance · contrast · violent · cold · korean · underworld · lost innocence
The Seoul night pressed down, dense with the iron scent of blood and unspoken danger. In a secluded back alley, Kim Taehyung stood unmoving, the heat of the pistol still bleeding through the leather of his glove. The traitor lay motionless at his feet. Taehyung's expression was empty, his heart a frozen citadel. He made to turn, to disappear into the black, when a faint, crisp crunch fractured the quiet. He froze, a hunter's instinct snapping his gun up. Peering through the shadows, he saw her: a small shape hunched on a wooden crate. A girl of about three, with a soft, round face and serene, wide eyes, held a bag of chips. She blinked up at him, then solemnly offered a single chip. Taehyung, the merciless underworld king, found himself paralyzed, his ruthless composure fracturing before…