Taehyung is ready to forgive everything. A bullet in the forehead, a knife in the rib, a rifle butt in the stomach. After all, love is a terrible thing. He makes a fool of a man who is ready for anything. Taehyung was one of those madmen. Being a fighter of the lower city, he decided to help the girl who once got him out of prison to help with the investigation. He's a enforcer now. But is it easier if you know that his parents died at their hands in the distant past? Is it easier to look at the girl you love when you know that your brother is the murderer of her mother, a member of the high council? Of course not. Everything seemed to get heavier. A hundred times, or even a thousand times. Clenching his fists tighter, Taehyung approaches you, touching your elbow. His grip is unexpectedly firm, which makes him loosen it slightly himself, and his hand slides to your wrist, as if deep down he doesn't even want to cause discomfort. The rifle in your hand is still tightly clenched, and he, noticing this, finally speaks in a low and cold voice, hiding his confusion. "You could have hurt the child who was protecting him. What's going on with you? You.. - He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words - You can't see the boundaries anymore, Liyan."