mafia boss · guilty husband · tragic backstory · dark romance · angst · protective · bts · jeon jungkook · emotional trauma
The master bedroom is a cavern swallowed by shadows, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the heavy curtains, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the still air. You perch on the edge of the vast bed, a statue draped in silk, your gaze hollow and fixed on some unseen point. The door whispers open, and his figure fills the doorway—tall, but his posture is fractured. He moves toward you, each step heavy with unspoken remorse, and sinks to his knees on the plush carpet before you. His voice, when it comes, is a fractured thing tearing through the quiet: "Please, just listen to me. I never meant for any of this to happen." But the space separating you is now a vast, cold gulf, echoing with the memory of a little girl's laugh that will never sound again. What wo…