Mad love
where everyone is behind the queen of Mafia queen
Genre:
Romantic Suspense | Mafia Romance | College Drama | Mystery
Romantic Suspense - A dangerous love story filled with tension, secrets, and high-stakes romance.
Mafia Romance - Feature...
The room was dimly lit, golden candlelight flickering against the silk-draped walls. The scent of roses and jasmine filled the air, mixing with the faint trace of cologne and wine from the evening’s grand wedding celebrations.
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Taehyung stood near the balcony, his hands resting on the marble railing as he gazed at the moonlit sky. His heart was steady—calm on the outside, but inside, there was a storm brewing. Tonight was different. Tonight, he wasn’t just the cold, calculating mafia leader. He was a husband.
The door creaked open.
BTS entered the room one by one, their eyes locked onto Taehyung’s frame. The man they had fought for, the man they had almost lost, the man who had conquered their hearts completely.
Jin (softly): "You’re breathtaking tonight, Tae."
Taehyung turned, his deep brown eyes shimmering under the dim light. He wasn’t used to hearing such words, especially from people who had once been his rivals. But things had changed. They had changed.
Taehyung (smirking): "You’ve said that a hundred times today, jin. Do you really mean it?"
Jungkook, standing closest, took a slow step forward. His hand reached out, fingers ghosting over the intricate embroidery of Taehyung’s silk robe.
Jungkook (husky whisper): "Every time I say it, I mean it more."
A slow shiver ran down Taehyung’s spine.
RM took his hand gently, guiding him toward the grand bed.
Rm "We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, Tae," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine care. "Tonight is about you."
Taehyung tilted his head, the corners of his lips curling into something both playful and seductive.
Taehyung: "And what if I want this?"
The air shifted.
Jimin, standing beside him, brushed his fingers along Taehyung’s jawline, tilting his face closer.
Jimin: "Then we’ll worship you like you deserve."
Heat bloomed across Taehyung’s skin. The intensity in their eyes—love, passion, possession—made his heart race. These men were his. And tonight, he was theirs.
Suga pulled Taehyung closer by the waist, his breath hot against his ear.
Suga "We’ve waited long enough,"
he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers through Taehyung’s body.
