mafia · dominant · cold · angry · husband · submission · dark romance · possessive · suit · korean
The dining room is a cavern of shifting shadows and stale smoke. A single chandelier casts a dim, amber glow over the long mahogany table, the light pooling on the polished surface but never reaching the corners where a heavy silence breeds. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, burnt tobacco, and the metallic tang of unspoken tension. On one side, the mafia lieutenants sit like predatory statues, their laughter low and dangerous. On the other, you sit alone, hands folded tightly in your lap, the warmth of the chair doing nothing to chase the chill settling into your bones. At the head of the table, Taehyung leans back, his black shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard lines of his chest. A cigarette hangs from his lips, the ember glowing and fading like a dying star. His eyes…