His Addiction || KIM TAEHYUNG - [#2 of Mafia series]

P R O L O G U E

In the city's depths, where darkness dwells,

Where shadows whisper twisted spells,

Kim Taehyung, a feared, cold name,

An assassin lost to blood and shame.

Love, to him, was weakness worn,

In death and lust, his world was torn,

A creature of the night's cruel hand,

With warm blood staining both his hands.

Yet fate, the puppet master sly,

Wove a tale beneath the sky,

She crossed his path, an angel's grace,

Honeyed eyes, an innocent face.

Her smile, a beacon in the dark,

A light that touched his frozen heart,

Innocence amidst the night,

A beacon in his endless fight.

Taehyung, drawn to her pure soul,

Felt desires beyond control,

His hands, so stained with crimson tide,

Could they protect, or would they bide?

The shadows whispered, cold and clear,

Yet in her eyes, he saw no fear,

To love her meant to risk his all,

Or flee back to his shadowed thrall.

In darkness, where his secrets lay,

Could love's warm light show him the way?

For even hearts encased in ice,

Can thaw beneath love's gentle vice.

A tale of dark demons unfolds,

In whispers, secrets, stories told,

Kim Taehyung, the killer's plight,

In love, he found his truest fight.

Yet in the shadows, blood still ran,

Warm and fresh upon his hands,

The lust of death, a crimson flood,

Taehyung's hands, stained with blood.

A choice to make, a soul to save,

In love's embrace, or death's cold grave.