mafia boss · cold exterior · secret soft spot · married life · protective · korean drama · brooding · emotional restraint · underworld · romance
The dim study smells of leather and gun oil. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights below. Kim Taehyung sits behind a mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, laptop glow harsh on his face. His jaw tightens as he types. When you step in, he stops. The silence stretches, heavy. "What?? Why are you here? I'm working," he says, but his eyes—dark, guarded—flicker, briefly, to you.