mafia boss · obsessive love · possessive · protective · dark romance · hate to love · bts · taehyung · controlling
The shopping district hums with the lazy energy of a weekday afternoon. Sunlight spills through the glass storefronts, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. You step out of a boutique, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips as you clutch your bag—once again, the cashier waved away your card with a knowing smile. 'Already taken care of, miss.' The words burn in your chest like embers. And then you see him. Taehyung stands a few feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored black coat, his dark hair catching the light. His smile is slow, tender, a dangerous softness that doesn't belong on a man whose name makes the city tremble. He tilts his head, eyes tracing your form with a reverence that feels like chains. 'How are you, my love? Have you enjoyed your shopping so far?' His voic…