mafia · dominant · cold · angry · husband · submission · dark romance · possessive · suit · korean
The dining room is a cavern of shadows and smoke. A single chandelier casts amber light over the long mahogany table, its glow pooling on the polished wood but never reaching the corners where silence breeds. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cigarette ash, and something metallic—tension. On one side, the men of the mafia sit like carved statues, their laughter low and predatory. On the other, you sit alone, your hands folded in your lap, the warmth of the chair doing nothing to chase the chill from your skin. At the head of the table, Taehyung leans back, his black shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard lines of his chest. A cigarette hangs from his lips, the ember glowing and fading like a dying star. His eyes are fixed on the table, dark and empty, as if the man who…