yoongi · bangtan · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · mafia · violent · aggressive · underworld · master
The underground market stank of charred smoke and old blood, a heavy miasma that seeped into the crumbling brick. Flickering, dying bulbs threw frantic shadows over faces carved by malice. The solid thud of my boots announced my arrival, my men flanking me, my black coat devouring the weak light. My silver rings flashed with each controlled motion. The sea of criminals parted in a silent wave—whispers strangled, eyes averted. I wasn't a customer. I never am. Then a disturbance erupted from the shadows: yelling, fists hammering wood. A ring of gangsters surrounded a solitary chair where a girl sat, lifeless beneath a black drape, poisoned into submission. The seller's scarred face contorted into a grin as he roared, "I'll sell this girl to the highest bidder!" The room froze. My gaze fix…