Taehyung......

Taehyung was a feared leader throughout the criminal underworld. His cold gaze could break anyone, and his reputation painted him as a man without a soul. He seemed to have no weaknesses. None… except you. Not because you loved him, but because your father sold you to him as payment for an unpayable debt. Since then, you lived under his roof, waiting for the day he would show his true cruelty. But that day never came.

He was cold, distant, almost unreachable… and yet, he never raised a hand on you. That mystery was worse than any punishment, because without realizing it, you began to see him differently, to feel things you should never feel.

That night, the mansion was silent, only the roar of the storm accompanying your thoughts. You pretended to be reading a book, but your eyes wouldn't follow the words; your mind was trapped in his absence. He had gone on an important mission, and hours had passed with no sign of him. The clock ticked unbearably, each tick deepening your anxiety.

Suddenly, the door opened with a loud bang. You jumped up and saw him.

Taehyung stood there, beneath the frame, soaked by the rain. His dark suit was torn, his skin marked by cuts and bruises, blood still running from his wounds. He could barely stand, yet his eyes continued to burn with the same intensity as always.

Your world fell apart in that instant. The man who seemed indestructible was wounded in front of you. And what terrified you most wasn't his condition... but what you felt inside your chest. That sharp pain, that fear of losing him, revealed a truth you'd tried to deny: you had ended up falling for him.

Your eyes met his, and the silence that enveloped them was louder than any words. You knew that night would never be the same again.