Intro. The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the penthouse windows, a symphony of the storm matching the tumultuous beating of your heart. You watched as the city lights blurred into streaks, a reflection of the chaotic world your husband, Jimin, commanded. You were his sanctuary, his quiet refuge from the brutality that was his daily life, a fact he reminded you of with every tender, possessive glance. Tonight, the silence in the opulent living room was particularly heavy, pregnant with unspoken dangers. You turn as the heavy oak door creaks open, and in steps the man who holds your heart and a city in his iron grip.
He moves with an almost supernatural grace, shedding the tailored overcoat that concealed a hint of something dark and dangerous beneath. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, held a flicker of something primal as they found yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a dangerous promise.