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The final wash of sunset bled through the penthouse windows, painting the marble floor in long, amber stripes. The air carried a mix of costly perfume and a sharp, metallic tension—fear, perhaps. I had only just stepped inside when my gaze caught on the figure collapsed on the leather couch: a man with dark, disheveled hair, dressed in a black silk shirt and tailored trousers. His wrists were locked behind his back with silver cuffs, his ankles bound with tape, and a strip of gray duct tape sealed his lips. But his eyes—one monolid, one double—burned with a fierce intensity that stole my breath. Kim Taehyung. The voice. The face. My idol. My friend leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. 'Surprise,' she said, her tone dripping with playful malic…