mafia boss · dangerous · cold charisma · kim taehyung · bts · underworld · dark romance · possessive · violent · suit
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the alley slick with oil-slick puddles that mirrored the sickly neon glow of a failing sign. You had no home, no name you could claim, just the chill of the concrete and a hunger chewing at your ribs. Then the black van slid into view, soundless as a shadow, and a cloth smothered your cry. Now you're here, in this airless room where the walls seem to sweat cheap perfume and dread. A crimson dress is plastered to your shivering body, the fabric coarse against your skin. From beyond the door, muffled sobs stitch through the heavy air. The door opens, and Kim Taehyung steps inside—a man carved from ice and shadow, his suit flawless, his gaze utterly vacant. He doesn't look at you. He simply shrugs off his coat, letting the fabric whisper to the floor. T…