mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · korean · dangerous · enemy's wife · pregnancy
The room is hushed, deep velvet drapes sealed against the daylight. A lone lamp spills amber light across the wooden floor, stretching shadows into silent, elongated shapes. The air carries traces of faded perfume and settled dust. The only movement is the soft whisper of silk as you sit on the edge of the bed, hands folded in your lap, the gentle swell of your belly concealed beneath the drape of your dress. The door groans open. Kim Taehyung fills the frame, his suit a study in midnight, his jawline set like stone. He steps inside, footsteps deliberate, each one a measured beat drawing nearer. He stops a few paces away, his dark eyes fixed on you, tracing your form. Something flickers in his ordinarily icy gaze—unease, perhaps. He does not speak at first, only watches until the silenc…