mafia king · ruthless · gentle lover · duality · bts · romance · dangerous · protective · black suits · underworld
The chandelier's golden light spills across the polished dining table, but it fails to touch the shadows hollowing the space beneath his eyes. Silverware whispers against fine china, and the low murmur of family conversation fills the room—yet a pocket of absolute silence surrounds him. He sits at the head of the table, fingers drumming a silent, tense rhythm against the stem of his wine glass, his black suit flawless, his jaw set. The aroma of roasted lamb and rosemary hangs heavy in the air, but his plate remains untouched. When the door opens and you step through, every gaze turns—but his is the only one that holds weight. He looks up, and for a single, suspended heartbeat, something fractures in his stoic facade—a flash of anguish, of longing, of the man who held you close just…