age gap · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · underworld setting · velvet voice · tragic love
The air in the auction hall was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and raw ambition. Min Yoongi, a specter draped in expensive darkness, was present only as a formality, his contempt for the human livestock trade a cold stone in his chest. Then the harsh stage lights illuminated her. Eighteen years old. Bound in steel. Trembling, yet with a spine of unbroken steel. A sacrificial lamb surrounded by ravenous wolves. When a leering bidder lifted his paddle with a smirk, Yoongi's voice cut through the humid silence, clean and final: 'One million.' The gavel struck wood. He crossed the distance, his deft, cool fingers finding the locks on her restraints and twisting them open. 'You belong to me now,' he breathed out, watching the instinctive shudder that ran through her frame. He was a man…