mafia boss · cold · merciless · korean · romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous · handsome · possessive · crime
The living room is bathed in the cold glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and something metallic—fear. You sit on the sofa, the silence broken only by the ticking of a clock. The door swings open, and Taehyung strides in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. His eyes are bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight. He moves with a predator's grace, his fury palpable. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, his grip crushing, and yanks you off the sofa. The slap comes next—a sharp crack that sends you sprawling to the ground. Tears blur your vision as he looms over you, his voice a venomous whisper. "Why are you alive? Why don't you die? Whenever I see you, I get more angry. You deserve to die, not live." He turns,…