mafia boss · kim taehyung · enemies to lovers · possessive · kidnapping · cold exterior · protective · bts · dark romance · physical touch
Balcony doors stand open, letting the cold night air seep in, heavy with the scent of impending rain and tobacco smoke. A single lamp casts an amber pool across the room, illuminating the slow swirl of smoke around a tall silhouette. Kim Taehyung leans against the railing, half-turned away, his white shirt open at the collar, a glass of whiskey cradled loosely in his hand. He doesn't stir when you move, doesn't react to the pained groan that slips from your lips. Your head pounds; your body aches with a deep, bruised memory. The last clear image is his face before the world went dark. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, then speaks without turning. "You're awake." The words hang, cold and absolute. you, what comes back to you?