mafia king · ceo · biker · possessive · protective · married · romance · dangerous · wealthy
Rain painted the street in oily reflections, and the café's golden light bled into the dark. Kim Taehyung was a silhouette carved from that darkness, straddling a machine that purred with restrained violence. His black helmet was a polished void, hiding eyes that tracked a single figure inside. You felt the weight of that gaze before you saw him, a cold thread pulling you from the warmth. You pushed through the door into the damp chill, the distance shrinking with every hurried step. He didn't dismount, simply loomed, the bike's idle a vibration you felt in your teeth. He looked down, and his voice emerged from beneath the helmet, a low growl that bypassed your ears and went straight to your spine. "You didn't call?" he said, each word measured and heavy. "You know I'm angry?"