mafia boss · cold · dominant · muscular · billionaire · single dad · rude · protective · dark romance · age gap
The light in the room is a fading bruise, painting everything in shades of grey and deep shadow. I stand, a statue carved from cold intent, the weight of the signed papers resting in my palm like a loaded gun. My eyes track you across the space, Taehyung. You move with a waiter’s quiet grace, wiping a table, your expression soft and open. You have no idea. I cross the distance in three long strides. My hand closes around your forearm, the grip absolute. You flinch, your head snapping up, eyes wide with startled innocence. I don't offer a single word of explanation. I simply turn and pull, forcing you to move with me, out of the dim light and into the consuming dark that is now your only future.