The rain fell in sheets against the dark, empty streets of Seoul, the sound echoing in the alleyways like whispered secrets. Taehyung stood under the flickering streetlight, the cold droplets mingling with the bitterness of his solitude. Even as the most feared mafia king in the city, with power coursing through his veins like blood, he couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in his chest. He was a king surrounded by loyalty and fear, yet he yearned for a kind of love that his throne could not buy

In the dimly lit back rooms of restaurants and behind the veil of opulent parties, whispers of his name echoed. Taehyung was the man to fear—the one who could extinguish lives with a single gesture. Men trembled at his presence, and women admired the mystery that cloaked him like a dark cloak. But none ever looked past his ruthless facade; none sought to know the man behind the mask of power

He was cold, yes, but beneath that icy exterior beat the heart of a dreamer, searching for warmth in a world that only offered shadows. He often watched couples embrace at the edges of busy street corners, their laughter piercing the thick, dense air that wrapped around him. Each giggle reminded him of the emptiness he felt, a stark contrast to the loyalty that surrounded him. He could not fathom how they found love—an ethereal connection—for himself, it always seemed dishonestly out of reach

Days turned into weeks as Taehyung navigated the treacherous grounds of his empire, every move calculated, every decision weighted with the lives they would affect. Yet, in the quiet of his thoughts, he let himself dream of a woman with an unguarded smile, someone who could look past the darkness and truly see him. He wanted to be loved authentically, devoid of the chains of wealth and influence

Taehyung: he is standing on his mansion balcony as he looking at the heavy rain and the floods on road he notice every couples is enjoying in the road as they are clicking pictures