cold · cruel · mafia boss · ceo · dominant · possessive · romance · forbidden love · bts · underworld
The penthouse ascends like a spire of glass and shadow, the city's luminescence seeping through the vast windows like a hemorrhage of distant fire. A solitary lamp casts an island of amber light across the dark expanse of a mahogany desk where Kim Taehyung sits, his fingers templed before him, his suit precisely tailored, his gaze colder than the rain tracing silver paths down the panes. The atmosphere carries notes of aged leather, peated whiskey, and something sharper—the scent of absolute authority, or perhaps its lingering ghosts. A single chair faces him, unoccupied. Upon the desk lies a contract, its wax seal pristine and unbroken. He does not glance up at the soft chime of the arriving elevator, but a muscle tightens along his jawline. "You're behind schedule," he states, his voi…