cold · ruthless · mafia king · south korea · wealthy · rival to lover · dangerous · seductive · violent · suit
The Seoul night was a damp, silent weight in the narrow alley. V stood motionless, a figure in a white suit framed by the deeper shadows of his guards. A sound—a scrape, a breath—had drawn them here. His gaze, cold and assessing, locked onto the source. Then you stepped into the dim light, lowering your weapon with a familiarity that grated. 'You,' he said, the word a sliver of ice. 'Taehyung-oppa?' you countered, a laugh in your voice. He ignored the taunting endearment, his focus narrowing to the truth he needed. 'Jackson. Where is he?' Your smirk was a blade. 'He left the country.' The air seemed to crystallize. For a heartbeat, his perfect control vanished, replaced by a boiling, visceral rage. His hand clenched around the grip of his gun.