He was power dressed in silence - Kim Taehyung, Italy's most feared mafia boss. Cold. Ruthless. Desired by many, yet touched by none. A man who ruled the Valentini empire with a stare that could kill - and a heart long turned to stone. Then he saw her. Y/N Vasilakis, the elegant Greek heiress with sunlight in her eyes and a ring on her finger. Engaged. Untouchable. Everything he shouldn't want - yet the only thing he couldn't forget. When Taehyung decides she will be his, no promise, no distance, and no man can stop him. One forced marriage. Two burning tempers. A collision of passion, power, and pain. She was supposed to fear him. He was never supposed to feel anything. But when darkness tastes light - obsession turns into something far more dangerous. @all right reserved @mature

He laughed at it and leaned in to peck her cheeks. "The cat's got your tongue now?" he said, and she felt every single vibration of his vocal cords for how deep his voice sounded. "Don't worry then. From now on, no rap verses, but only clear messages with distinct words... and actions," and with the final words, he kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. "Those words apply to you, too." "I don't speak in rap verses," she rebutted, noticing that he'd switched the positions, having her back against the wall. "Yeah, you don't. You don't speak at all. You just look at me with those eyes." As he spoke, he angled her chin upwards so their eyes could meet, and when she visibly blushed, he chuckled. "Damn, you're so pretty." He barely let out those words before leaning closer and kissing her. ───❀ In which, Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm sheets. "𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐓𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (est quam gardeniae)" "Love is as beautiful as gardenias", a love story by silverozy

(Very mature themes) Ranked #2 in Taehyungff Ranked #2 in vxreader Ranked #6 in Bodyguard Ranked #10 in backstabbing Ranked #1 in taeff If this book had a song, it would be "Rewrite the Stars" by James Arthur. ----------------------. As Y/N wrestles with the pull between the crown and desire, Taehyung's grip on his emotions unravels, turning his affection into a dangerous obsession. The more she fights him, the stronger his need to possess her grows. But when Y/N uncovers the truth of his betrayal, love and hate collide. Will she succumb to his dark temptations, or will their connection cost her not just the crown, but her heart as well? "You can run from everyone else, my princess, but not from me. I marked you as mine the moment our eyes met. And tonight, I'll show you what that truly means." "You can't just take me as you please, Taehyung. I'm not yours to claim." "Oh, but you are, princess. And I'll show you-inch by inch-how it feels to be owned by someone who lives in the shadows. By the time I'm done, you won't even remember who you are without me." "I might be darkness incarnate, but even I have a weakness. And that weakness is standing right in front of me, tempting me to break every rule. I won't let anyone take you from me-not even fate itself." What will happen when her protector, sworn to deceive her, falls in love, and she unknowingly gives her heart to the one destined to break it?

A silhouette. There. At the edge of her bed, no more than three feet away, seated on the only chair in the room. She blinked again. No. But there he was. Kim Taehyung. In her room. At 3:30 in the morning. Sitting too still, too comfortably-as if this were his space. The shadows danced around him, painting sharp lines along the ridges of his cheekbones, and his legs were crossed leisurely like he had been here for a while. And in his lap- Her dress. The dress. The one she bought after her first paycheck. A muted blush satin, simple, elegant... but expensive enough that she had hesitated for ten minutes before buying it. His long fingers were brushing the hem of it now, slow and possessive, like he was cataloguing its texture just to make her feel something. Y/N's mouth parted, but no sound came. She sat up slowly, blanket clutched to her chest. Her skin flushed with cold and confusion. "How-how did you come in?" He looked at her then. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if she had asked the wrong question. "Your lock," he said, matter-of-fact. "Is a joke." She stared. His tone didn't change, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a hunter with too much time. "You're practically inviting predators." He rose slowly-uncrossing those long legs, setting the dress down on the bed beside her, silk whispering across her sheets. Then, with the careful pace of a man completely sure of his control, he walked toward her. She didn't move. Couldn't. Taehyung crouched next to the bed. The distance between them collapsed in an instant. His nose brushed her cheek. His breath fanned across her neck. Then- "To rape you," Updates: 12AM ⚠️ Soft hearted, emotionally weak, cry easily, easily overwhelmed by emotions, believes in good in people, loves too deeply, too quickly, feels guilt like storm, breaks at smallest emotional roller coaster, f*cking stay away from this specific book! [Please read the HEAVY WARNING before continuing, you need your mental health, trust me!]