He was the leader of the biggest boy band in the world. Always in control. Always under the spotlight. Always composed. She was the opposite. Chaos in leather and ink, a lawyer with eyes like knives and no fear of burning bridges. Ji-a didn't care about rules or reputations. She lived to destroy them. She bled into places she shouldn't have, pulling him into choices that turned trust into jealousy and brotherhood into doubt. Namjoon should have walked away. Instead, he let her pull him under. With her, he wasn't the perfect leader, the untouchable idol, the man burdened by expectations. With her, he was stripped to nothing but raw want. It wasn't love. It was lust dressed up as something close. An addiction neither of them knew how to quit. They were fire and storm, devouring each other until nothing else mattered. Not feelings. Not futures. Not even the wreckage they left behind. Because sometimes the story isn't about happily ever after. It is about the ruin you crave on the way down. Because some stories are not meant to end in forever. They are meant to burn you alive. "He ruled the stage, but she ruled his freedom." Disclaimer: The book features heavy smut. I will not be putting a disclaimer on every chapter where smut shows up. Viewer discretion advised.

" once a fucked up life, always a fucked up life" - jung hoseok. Warning!! This story contains a lot of depressing/ triggering topics such as abuse, self harm, and suicide. Don't read if you cant handle this kind of material. 18,264 words

❝i don't want to be here anymore, taehyung.❞