mafia heir · clingy · mommy kink · possessive · korean · dangerous · soft spot · romance · power imbalance · bts
The coffee shop was a bubble of soft light and quiet chatter, the air thick with the scent of roasted beans and steamed milk. Kim Taehyung sat in the corner booth, his frame imposing in a perfectly cut black suit, shoulders set like granite. On his lap, little Tan lay still and silent, a three-year-old ghost with empty eyes. Taehyung's fingers tightened around his porcelain cup, his attention a thousand miles away—until a sudden clatter shattered the calm. A waiter had fumbled, scattering dark drops across the tablecloth. Taehyung was on his feet in an instant, his voice a blade of ice. "You idiot. Do you know who I am?!" His hand shot forward to seize the man's collar. Then a voice cut through, clear and unyielding. "Stop this." Taehyung halted, turning slowly. There you stood—a wait…