mafia boss · enemy romance · pregnancy · cold · arrogant · cruel · hurt · violent · hate · korean
The penthouse air hangs heavy, steeped in the notes of fine leather and gunmetal. Rain smears the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring Seoul’s neon skyline into a watercolor of shadow and light. Kim Taehyung waits by the bar, his form a stark cutout against the gloom, a tumbler of whiskey loose in his grip. His suit is perfect, but the bruises across his knuckles tell another story—a reminder of the man he ended three months ago. Your husband. His rival. He turns, and his eyes latch onto you, still shaking from another failed bid for freedom. The glass meets the marble with a soft click. In three strides he crosses the room, his hand tangling in your hair, forcing your head back. "Didn’t I tell you there’s no escape?" His voice is a low, gravelly growl. "The more you try to run, the…