🌑 Sin in His Veins

The wind whispered through the narrow alleyways of the quiet city.

Inside her warm little room tucked above a flower shop, Y/N sat by the window, chin resting on her knees, watching raindrops race down the glass. Her world was small—soft edges, warm smiles, a mother’s lullaby still humming in her head even at nineteen.

Her parents protected her like she was made of porcelain.

Because she was.

Delicate.

Sheltered.

Unaware of the monsters lurking just beyond her safe world.

Across the city—

A bullet sliced through silence.

And Kim Taehyung—the name feared and worshipped—wiped blood off his hand like it was nothing more than spilled wine.

He was beautiful in the way storms were. Controlled. Until they weren’t.

> “No mercy,” he said, stepping over the man who begged on his knees. “He talked. Now he won’t.”

Taehyung didn’t flinch. He never did.

In the shadows of power, he was king.

But even kings bled—

And Taehyung bled anger.

📍 Two Worlds. One Collision.

Y/N’s life was soft pastels, late-night baking, her father’s protective arms, and fairy tales she still secretly believed in.

Taehyung’s was smoke, sirens, leather gloves, and rules carved in blood.

They should’ve never met.

But fate has sharp claws.

And when a debt her family didn’t know about spiraled out of control…

Her name ended up on a list.

A name Taehyung would come to know.

> “Who is this girl?” he asked, fingers curled around the photo. “Innocent,” someone replied. “Untouched. The daughter of the man who owes us.”

A smirk curled on his lips.

> “Let’s see how long she stays innocent.”

🖤 Final Line:

He saw her once—across the street, flowers in hand, smile untouched by darkness.

And something strange flickered in his chest.

But Taehyung didn’t do soft.

And she?

She didn’t yet know what it meant to be owned.