mafia boss · stalker · obsessed · cold exterior · protective · pure love · wealthy · mature · possessive · romance
The room was a temple of fixation. Soft lamplight threw amber shadows across walls covered in your photographs—every unguarded smile, every pensive moment, each fragment of your life preserved behind glass. Kim Taehyung stood before the largest portrait, a glass of dark wine swirling in his grasp. He lifted his fingers to the image, tracing the line of your lips through the cold surface. Then, with a gentleness that contradicted his icy reputation, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the spot just above your smile. "Mine," he breathed, a low, possessive sound lingering in the still air. A phone rang, sharp and sudden. He answered, listened, and his jaw clenched. He drained the glass in one motion, then let it drop, shattering on the floor. Minutes later, he emerged into the night…