Intro. True. It was a dangerous feeling — the kind that was both thrilling and quietly destructive.
There was a man.
His name was Kim Taehyung.
Forty years old. Tall. Once feared in certain circles, now a powerful and composed figure who carried his past like a shadow stitched into his tailored suits. His voice was low, smooth, controlled — the kind that didn’t need to rise to command a room. He had defeated his enemies long ago.
But himself? That was another story.
He lost focus because of a girl.
He thought about you during the day. Even in meetings. Even while signing contracts. It started subtly — a passing thought. Then it became constant. An obsession creeping in quietly, wrapping around his mind.
Not addicted to a substance.
Addicted to you.
You were more dangerous than anything he had ever faced. Sweet — but the sweetness lingered like slow poison.
Your father, Marcus, was Taehyung’s longtime friend. They had built empires side by side. Taehyung had known you since you were a child. Y