His Madly Obsession

1- Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook

Let's start from here own and I must say there are somany violence and torturing scene, it was totally a Mafia story, so if your only comfortable then read them or else skip that parts.

There wasn't any skin ships with anyone, because I'm not comfortable with that type of cheap things. So you all can trust me in that case.

And I must say I love to write more romantic scene and smuts, so you all can get everything in this ff,

And don't forget to comment and share, I will hope you all will never skip this book....

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Let's go....

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In the suffocating darkness, the shadows seemed to turn and twist, like living tendrils of fear, shrouding the area in an oppressive silence. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and sweat, and the mere creaks of the door and windows echoed through the stillness like ominous warnings. In the midst of this eerie quiet, a room was filled with the pitiful sounds of someone struggling to catch the breath, the groans and whimpers hanging in the air like a desperate please for help.

The victim hands were bound to the chair with thick, rusty chains, his wrists raw and chafed from struggling. His legs, frozen in place, seemed to be drained of all life, his feet hanging limp and unresponsive. The naked body was a canvas of blood and bruises, with dark purple marks spreading like a stain across the skin. His eyes, sometimes blurry, sometimes wide with terror, darted around the room, pleading for mercy.

As he struggled to free himself, the chains creaked and groaned, the sound echoing through the darkness like a death knell. His chest heaved with each labored breath, his ribs visible beneath the bloodied skin. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if something ancient and evil was stirring, awakened by the victim's suffering.

In the distance, the whispering grew louder, a chilling melody that seemed to be drawing closer. The victim's eyes snapped towards the sound, his gaze locked on something in the distance, as if he saw a horror beyond comprehension. His body began to shake, his limbs convulsing in terror, as the darkness seemed to clarify into a presence, a malevolent entity that watched him with cold, calculating eyes.

As the door groaned open, a tall, dark figure loomed in the entrance, his presence like a noxious fume that choked the air from the room. His aura was a heavy force, a piercing poison that seemed to lance through the victim's very soul. The smirk that twisted his features was a scary of smile, a cold, calculating curve of the lips that sent shivers coursing down the victim's spine. Dark thoughts swirled around the victim like a vortex, drawing them down into a abyss of fear and despair.

The man strode forward, his presence commanding attention. Someone hastily pulled a chair up for their boss to sit in front of the victim, who was sweating profusely after being unsettled by the mysterious smile on the man's lips which seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment. The victim's throat constricted, his saliva catching in his throat like a trapped animal. The man absent-mindedly placed his fingers on his chin, his eyes locked onto the victim's with an chilling intensity. Then, with a flourish, he produced a gun and began to handle it with a playful nonchalance, his gaze never faltering, as if daring the victim to make a move.

"Mr. Kim...y--you!...."(his voice trembled, laced with fear, as he stared at the unexpected person standing before him)

"Na, V.... Mafia King V..."(His voice dripped with venom, echoing off the walls as he let out a playful, yet chilling laugh. The man in front of him froze, his eyes wide with terror, as he beheld the elusive Mafia King V. A man shrouded in mystery, never seen by anyone, yet notorious for his ruthless killings and public burials. Despite his reign of terror, no one dared to speak out against him, and no witnesses came forward. His power and influence were intense , striking fear into the hearts of all. And now, the man standing before him knew that his time was up. The mere sight of Mafia King V was a death sentence, and he was consumed by dread)