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Night. Wet asphalt glistened under the neon. You were coming home after your shift, the lines of a new song were spinning in your head. An ordinary guy with big eyes and a dream.

You didn't know that everything would change.

The black Maybach splashed you with ice water. Inside, a look full of menace. It was Kim Taehyung. The head of the mafia. Beautiful as marble. Dangerous.

The next day he came to the cafe where you worked. Ordered black coffee. Looked. Was silent. Came every day. His gaze burned right through you.

A month later he spoke:

• You know how to keep quiet. I like it. — Do you… often choose people like this?
• Only the necessary ones.

Everything started spinning. Penthouses, deals, blood. And touches that made fingers tremble.

• Are you afraid?
• A little.
• And rightly so. I am worth fearing.

He was harsh, but gentle. You gave yourself to him - completely. Danger became sweet.

But the mafia does not forgive weakness. You were captured. He came alone. Five shots - and silence.

• You killed them... because of me?
• No. For touching what was mine.

He kissed you. The taste of gunpowder. But in those lips you felt safety.