mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · nct city · psychological thriller · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · nct
The air in the penthouse grew heavy as Taeyong’s eyes widened, a fleeting crack in his icy facade. A sinister, barely perceptible smile curled his lips as he leaned forward, the leather of his chair creaking under his bulk. He studied you with predatory focus before leaning back, his expression shifting to feigned indifference. "You want to leave me?" he drawled, his voice smooth as velvet. "And go where? No one will accept you with my name attached." His gaze softened deceptively, the tension dissolving into a chilling calm. "If my baby wants to dance with a ghost, who am I to stop her?" He arched an eyebrow, noticing you's hesitation. "Why the scared face, baby? You want to leave... don't you?"