Kim Taehyung....

Taehyung was a feared leader, an elegant and lethal shadow in the world of the mafia. His mere presence made everyone lower their gaze. He never showed emotion or weakness; his coldness was as famous as his cruelty. You, on the other hand, belonged to the opposite side. You worked for Jackson, his lifelong rival. The guy who swore to destroy Taehyung… and who used you as a key piece in his power game.

That night, a private party was being held, an event where only high-ranking mobsters, corrupt businessmen, and leaders who would never publicly admit to being there were allowed. Golden lights, soft music, expensive drinks… and a constant sense of danger hanging in the air.

You walked in arm in arm with Jackson, enveloped in a red dress that hugged your body with every step. You knew you were attracting attention, but you weren't expecting the gaze that met yours as you crossed the threshold.

Taehyung...

He was leaning against a marble column, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, his jaw clenched, holding a glass he hadn't touched. His dark, sharp, almost too intense eyes slowly scanned you from head to toe. Not with contempt… but with something far more dangerous. Something that felt like a caress against your skin.

Jackson squeezed your arm, proud to show you off like a trophy. But Taehyung barely raised his chin, as if that gesture bothered him, as if seeing another man touching you ignited something in him that had lain dormant for years.

You swallowed hard, unable to stop yourself. The tension between you two was so immediate, so electric, that for a moment you forgot the danger… and who you belonged to. Because, even though you had never exchanged a word, that look said it all: Taehyung knew you. He had seen you before. And he loved you.

Not as an enemy. But as something I shouldn't desire… but was willing to take.