lil_yl_07
Just like every dangerous story, this one too began with power.
And her.
She never meant to be part of his world.
But fate doesn't ask before placing you on a chessboard.
She worked under him.
Under Kim Taehyung.
The man people whispered about.
The man cities feared.
The man who never repeated himself twice.
And yet-
Here she was.
Standing in his private office.
Close.
Too close.
The air smelled of leather, expensive cologne, and something darker - authority.
"Even though you're sitting in front of me," he said slowly, voice low and controlled, "have you forgotten that you work under me?"
His dark eyes didn't leave her.
They dropped to her small fist clutching the front of his shirt.
Tightly.
As if she had the right.
Her breath hitched.
She quickly loosened her grip but didn't step back.
"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered softly. "Shall I see it, sir... please?"
She wasn't looking at him.
She couldn't.
Her eyes moved around the room instead - avoiding the intensity of his stare.
That only amused him.
A slow smirk curved his lips.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her like one studies something fragile.
"Where, Y/N?" he asked, voice smooth... almost teasing.
She pointed hesitantly toward the far wall.
"The pictures... on the wall."
Her innocent eyes wandered over the framed photographs - black and white shots, city skylines, abstract art... and a few older ones no one dared to ask about.
She stepped closer to the wall.
Careful.
Curious.
Unaware of the storm she stood inside.
Taehyung watched her every movement.
Most people entered his office trembling.
She entered distracted by art.
That alone made her different.
"You're not afraid of me," he stated calmly.
She paused.
Then turned slightly.
"I respect you, sir."
Not fear.
Respect.
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See?
• He's dominant without shouting.
• She's innocent without being weak.
• The tension is subtle.
• The dynamic is clear: power imbalance, but emotional depth.