bl romance · mafia boss · possessive · age gap · arranged marriage · protective · college student · secret identity · soft spot · korean
The avenue lay hushed beneath a crescent moon, the only sound a faint tune drifting from the earbuds resting against your collarbone. A sudden, sharp crack shattered the calm—a gunshot. You went rigid, turning to see a young man collapsed on the asphalt, a dark stain spreading across his chest, a metal rod lying near his hand. Then you saw him—Taehyung, lowering a pistol, a slow, tender smile softening his features as he moved toward you. He slid the weapon into a concealed holster and reached for you, his voice a velvety murmur. "Are you all right, baby?"