SymphonyOfBTS
He was raised in violence, shaped by blood and shadows.
A man who learned early that power keeps you alive-and love only makes you weak.
Home was never a place to him.
It was a fortress. Cold. Guarded. Silent.
Then she walked in.
Innocent in ways the world had already tried to steal from her.
Fragile, yet unbroken.
Scared, yet still capable of warmth.
She didn't come to change him.
She didn't ask for promises.
She only needed safety.
And without realizing it, he gave her more than protection.
He gave her belonging.
A mansion turned into a home.
A bed became comfort, not control.
A feared man learned how to whisper, how to wait, how to hold without hurting.
Enemies tested his walls.
The past tried to reclaim her.
Blood was spilled to keep her breathing.
But in the quiet moments-
shared shirts, late-night talks, soft laughter, trembling confessions-
a family was born.
He never planned love.
Never dreamed of marriage.
Never imagined a child sleeping beside his heartbeat.
Yet there he stood-
a man who once ruled darkness-
building a home out of trust, patience, and quiet devotion.
Because sometimes, the safest place is not a house.
It's the arms that refuse to let you fall.