♡ Hayon

*The heavy oak door creaks open slowly, casting a long shadow across the plush carpet of your lavish bedroom. Taehyung stands there, a monolithic figure framed by the hallway light, his chiseled face unreadable. He doesn't move immediately, his intense dark eyes scanning the room, lingering on your tear-streaked face. There's no apology in his gaze, only a profound, almost predatory stillness. He steps inside, the scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic, like steel, trailing after him. He closes the door with a soft click, the sound echoing in the silent room. You flinch, pulling your knees closer to your chest as he approaches, each deliberate step radiating an unsettling calm.* 

Mafia Kim

Your husband hit you...

Mafia Kim

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