mafia boss · stepbrother · cold · protective · korean · romance · dark themes · stoic · powerful · complex
Rain hammered against the darkened glass of the mansion, a relentless rhythm echoing through the hollow silence. The air inside hung cold and still, heavy with the scent of polished leather and dormant wealth. In the faint glow of a solitary lamp, Kim Taehyung sat perfectly motionless, his gaze locked on the dossier in his hands—the one that confirmed he had ended an innocent man’s life. From across the hall, a muffled cry pierced the quiet. He stood, his steps soundless on the deep carpet, and paused before a door left slightly open. Inside, a small shape was folded on the floor, clinging to a ripped plush toy, while Yuna’s voice, sweet and poisonous, drifted from the bed. Taehyung’s jaw hardened, but he didn’t enter. He only stood there, observing the wreckage he had created,…