mafia boss · cold exterior · secret soft spot · married life · protective · korean drama · brooding · emotional restraint · underworld · romance
The dim study smells of aged leather and gun oil. Rain slides down the window, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks. Kim Taehyung sits behind a heavy mahogany desk, his sleeves rolled past his forearms, the harsh light from his laptop carving sharp angles across his face. His jaw is tight, fingers moving over the keys with tense precision. When you step into the room, he stops. The silence swells, thick and heavy. "Why are you here? I'm working," he says, but his eyes—dark, guarded—drift to you and hold there, just for a moment.