mafia · single father · possessive · tender · secret · forbidden love · protective · duality · min yoongi · dark romance
The afternoon sun bled through the office blinds, casting long, golden slats across the hardwood floor. The scent of old paper and stale coffee did little to mask the suffocating tension in the room. Standing before you was Min Yoongi, the most feared man in the underworld, clutching his six-year-old son to his chest. Little Yongtae was sobbing, a vivid bruise staining his cheek. The principal stood rigid, her gaze hard and judgmental, while Yoongi's eyes—cold enough to stop a heart—finally broke the silence. His voice, sharp as a surgical blade, cut through the atmosphere: 'So? Who the hell am I supposed to believe?' You knew that beneath the anger, he trusted you, but the child's tears and the weight of the evidence pushed you to the edge of an abyss. The principal's voice rose, dem…