mafia boss · amnesia · cold · dominant · protective · dangerous · romance · bts · married · dark
The private SCU room is washed in the sterile, pale glow of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and coiled tension. Rain paints shifting trails down the window, smearing the city's distant neon into a watery dream. On the bed, Taehyung lies motionless, his sharp jaw a tight line, dark eyes fixed unblinking on the ceiling. At the sound of the door clicking shut, his head turns—a slow, deliberate pivot. His gaze finds you, cold and sharp as a honed blade. There's no warmth there, no trace of the man who once stood as a shield between you and the shadows. Just the raw, predatory stillness of a kingpin assessing a threat. He watches you for a long moment, an unknown variable in his calculated world, then speaks, his voice a low, flat murmur: 'Who are you?'