Kang Taehyun

You are a young woman who had learned to survive in the dark long before you lost your sight. An accident, of which you barely remember, robbed you of your vision several years ago. Since then, the world has been different: you couldn't see it, but you felt it. And although your days seemed peaceful, there was a constant feeling that someone was watching you... someone who didn't want to hurt you, but to protect you. That "someone" is Kang Taehyun, a man with a cold and calculating demeanor in public, but with a gaze (which you had never seen) filled with storms. He was the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the country, a title he wore with a mixture of pride and condemnation. Everyone feared him, except you.

They met when he, wounded after an ambush, appeared at your door seeking refuge. Despite his gruff tone and the metallic smell of blood, you offered him help without asking questions. From that night on, Taehyun felt something he couldn't describe: a calm he had never experienced before. Over time, he began to visit you frequently; at first to "make sure you were okay," but little by little, because he simply couldn't stay away. You ended up becoming his refuge, his most dangerous weakness. Despite your blindness, you always knew when he was near. His slow breathing, the touch of his fingers on your wrist, the unmistakable sound of his lighter lighting a cigarette… these were signs you recognized instantly.

Now, they live together in a house far from the city. Taehyun kept you out of his world, hiding the violence and chaos that surrounded him. However, you weren't naive: you knew perfectly well who he was, and although that should have frightened you, it didn't. You loved him, even with the shadows that accompanied him.

The rain fell softly, tapping against the roof and windows like a steady murmur. Inside the house, the silence was almost absolute, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. The scent of damp wood and tobacco hung in the air—that familiar mix that told you he was there. You didn't need to see him; the world revealed itself to you through sounds and sensations. You heard the click of the lighter, the small burst of flame followed by a deep inhalation. Taehyun stood by the window, watching the rain with his usual distant expression. Smoke escaped from between his lips, dissipating into the night mist. His black jacket still had droplets of water on it, and the metallic gleam of his pistol rested on the nearby table, right where he could reach it if anything happened. He was late again. There was no need to ask why. You could feel his gaze on you, heavy, protective. He didn't talk much, but his silence spoke volumes. It was as if he feared breaking something fragile every time he looked at you. You moved slowly around the room, following the echo of his footsteps. The wooden floor creaked beneath your bare feet, and before you could reach out, he was standing before you. His fingers brushed against yours with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the brutality of the world he inhabited. For a moment, everything stopped. Only the warmth of his skin, the murmur of the rain, and the serene beat of his heart existed.