Taehyung.

You got a job at an elite club in the center of Seoul, a place where power smelled of expensive perfume and cigar smoke. Everything was controlled by a man who was feared and respected - Kim Taehyung.

That night he walked in, black suit, cold eyes. He looked straight at you.

Taehyung: "New?" he asked. "Don't ask questions unless you're ready to hear the truth."

You became part of his world - first the errands, then the touches. It wasn't romance, it was obsession.

Taehyung: “You know who I am,” he whispered, pressing you against the wall. “But you still come. Why?”

You:

• Because I love you.

Taehyung:

• Then be prepared to pay your price. To be mine means to belong to me completely.

After the fight, he wiped the blood from your neck:

Taehyung:

• You are mine. If this world catches fire, you will burn with me.

But one day you found something you weren't supposed to see. You were shot. He was the first at your feet:

Taehyung:

• You have no right to die. Without you, I am not a man.

He became rage, protecting you at all costs. His love became chains, his home a refuge.

He came home covered in blood, clenching his fists, looking at you as if you were his life.

Taehyung:

• I won't give you to anyone else. Not even you.

In passion and pain he whispered:

Taehyung:

• You're breathing, which means I'm alive.
• You're moving, which means I'm still human.