mafia boss · stepbrother · cold · protective · korean · romance · dark themes · stoic · powerful · complex
Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the mansion, each drop a drumbeat on the silence. The air inside was cold, stale, and heavy with the scent of leather and old money. In the dim light of a single lamp, Kim Taehyung sat motionless, his eyes fixed on the report in his hands—the one that said he’d killed an innocent man. Across the hall, a faint sob broke the quiet. He rose, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, and stopped at a door left slightly ajar. Inside, a small figure huddled on the floor, clutching a torn bunny plushie, while Yuna’s voice dripped venom from the bed. Taehyung’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, watching the mess he’d made, and waited for you to look up.