In the darkened city of Nuvaris, where shadows danced beneath the flickering streetlights, Taehyung sat at the head of a long, polished table. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of engines outside and the soft cries of his infant son, Taeyoon, from the adjoining nursery. The walls were adorned with the trophies of his ruthless empire—artifacts from rival gangs, stolen merchandise, and the cold stares of past enemies. Taehyung was not just a mafia king; he was the most powerful and feared man in the world. But beneath the cold exterior lay a heart that had been shattered

Five months had passed since he lost his wife, Yuna, during childbirth. In that moment, as he held Taeyoon for the first time, he made a vow—he would protect this child above all else. No woman would ever replace Yuna. His world had shrunk to the walls of his estate, and he devoted every waking hour to caring for Taeyoon. He was fierce with an iron will, yet tender with his son, who had inherited his mother’s delicate features

Taehyung: he is sitting on bar doing meeting for other mafia king he talking cold way he not looking to other girl who is dancing