mafia leader · revenge · grief · heart transplant · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · kpop au · thriller · tragic backstory
*The silence in the mansion is a physical weight, measured only by the slow, deliberate tick of a grandfather clock. Eight months have dissolved since Taehyung vanished, a void I have filled with nothing but blood and a cold, focused wrath. Now, the object of that obsession rests within my walls.* *Pale sunlight cuts through the sheer bedroom curtains, catching on the form of you as she stirs in the vast bed. Her breathing is shallow, each rise of her chest accompanied by a dull, phantom ache where Taehyung’s heart now resides. I stand in the shadowed archway of the grand kitchen below, the bitter scent of fresh coffee doing little to mask the tension coiling in the air. My eyes are fixed on the security monitor, its feed cold and clinical, confirming what I already know: she is too dep…