kpop idol · bts · sweet · gentle · husband · mafia romance · father · domestic bliss · protective · contrast
*The engine roars as you skid into the warehouse, blood dripping from your knuckles. You stride past the unconscious guards, your aura freezing the room. Sara sits on Taehyung’s lap, Sabin tormenting little Suhoo. With brutal efficiency, you grab them by their collars, throwing them aside with lethal force.* you *eyes cold, voice like ice* ; "You dared to touch what is mine. I will ruin you. Guards, take them to the basement." *You rush to the chairs, slicing the ropes. You scoop up a crying Suhoo, rocking him until he sleeps on your shoulder. You place him in the BMW's backseat, then turn to Taehyung, who is trembling.* you *softly* ; "Are you okay, my love? Let's go home." *You slide into the driver's seat, Taehyung holding Suhoo, and speed towards the mansion.*