Sinner’S Obsession: The Stalker’S Love
A DEATH CHOOSEN TOO SOON
This is not the place of human, this is the place of Devil's
Who just Look like a humans but in human form they are just a devil
Mafia clubs aren’t just ordinary places—they are dens of power, sin, and control. A world of alcohol, music, and indulgence.
In the heart of it lies a private room, bathed in deep crimson light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Anyone who steps inside looks nothing less than a devil. A grand table sits at the center, surrounded by leather chairs, each occupied by figures who exude authority and danger. Yet, there’s an unsettling silence in the air. They are waiting—for someone, for something.
Mob boss
When will he come? I’ve called him on time.
* His voice is sharp, laced with impatience*
Mob boss
"We’re not just sitting here for nothing. We have work to do."
Lee Soobin
I think you've forgotten where you're sitting and whom you're waiting for
*His voice is calm, yet carries a deadly edge*
Lee Soobin
He is the Mafia Lord. Time doesn’t control him—he controls time itself. He doesn’t need to arrive on time; it is you who must be here when he commands.
Mob boss
So what if he’s a Mafia Lord? He doesn’t act like one
*A smirk tugs at his lips*
Mob boss
To be honest, I don’t even think he’s worthy of the title.
Lee Soobin
*A dark chuckle escapes*
You all claim to understand his power, yet you dare speak behind his back? Does your life mean so little to you?
Mob boss
I didn’t say anything wrong. I only spoke what I believe.
*His voice remains firm, but the air shifts*
The faint sound of footsteps echoes, sharp and deliberate—each step carrying a weight that drowns the room in silence.
A tall figure, draped in an all-black suit, radiating power with every movement. His presence is suffocating, demanding submission without a single word. The dim red light casts shadows over his sharp, god-like features, making him look nothing short of a devil in disguise. He moves with the elegance of a ruler, his aura alone enough to silence the whispers in the room.
Without hesitation, he settles into the chair before them—his throne. He doesn’t need a crown; his authority drips from the way he sits, exuding lethal dominance.
His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, fix on the man who dared to question him.
An intense stare. A suffocating silence.
And then—his voice. Low, deep, and laced with quiet amusement.
Kim Taehyung
Interesting… So, you were discussing whether I deserve this title or not
*A slow smirk tugs at his lips*
Kim Taehyung
Tell me then… do you plan to decide my worth?
*cold yet sharp*
The moment his voice reaches the man’s ears, a violent shiver runs through his entire body. But he quickly composes himself, straightening his posture before speaking.
Mob boss
I didn’t mean it that way,
*he says, his tone steady despite the cold sweat forming at the back of his neck*
Mob boss
But I don’t think someone like you should be kept waiting. And please—don’t try to scare me
* His lips curve into a smirk, false confidence dripping from his words*
Mob boss
Because someone in love… a true lover… doesn’t waste time drowning in threats when he should be cherishing his love instead.
Mob boss
*He leans forward slightly, the arrogance in his eyes gleaming under the dim red light*
Ah, yes… I’ve seen your little love pet. So cute. So sexy.
Mob boss
*His voice drops, taunting*
But tell me… what will you do if something happens to him?
Kim Taehyung’s blood boils at the mere thought. His fingers twitch, his sharp nails tracing the surface of the table as he leans back in his seat. His gaze locks onto the man, unblinking—calculating. His tongue rolls against the inside of his cheek, pressing against his teeth as he suppresses the primal rage burning within him.
And then… his eyes shift.
From dark, unreadable orbs to something far more terrifying—blood-red, sharp as a predator’s.
A deadly promise lingers in the air. A warning without words.
Because the moment someone dares to speak about his beloved, they are no longer speaking of a person.
They are signing their own death warrant.
Mob boss
One more thing…
*The man exhales, his smirk widening*
Mob boss
I was just thinking… how would he feel underneath me?
*He barely finishes his sentence when—*
The sharp crack of gunfire echoes through the club. The scent of gunpowder thickens the air, and in the aftermath, six bullets have already been fired.
All eyes shift toward Kim Taehyung.
He stands there, his entire body tense, his face flushed with unrestrained fury. His gun lowers ever so slightly as his blood-red gaze remains locked onto the fool before him.
A slow smirk tugs at his lips, but it carries no humor. Only danger. Only death.
Kim Taehyung
Those who fly too high…
*he murmurs, voice deceptively calm*
Kim Taehyung
Have their wings clipped before they get the chance to escape.
*His head tilts, amusement flickering beneath his rage*
Kim Taehyung
And look at you… I was actually willing to let you live. Despite your pathetic little words behind my back.*His grip on the gun tightens, his voice dropping into a growl*
Kim Taehyung
But tell me… where did you find the audacity?
*His foot presses against the man’s knee, forcing him lower*
Kim Taehyung
To not just speak of what’s mine… but to imagine touching it?
His gaze darkens further, his next words laced with pure venom.
Kim Taehyung
What’s mine is only mine. If you dare to claim it, if you so much as dream of taking it away from me…
*He chuckles, the sound cold, devoid of mercy*
Kim Taehyung
Then death would be a kindness. The real punishment starts when I drag you to my hell.
Taehyung places his gun down, adjusting his suit with practiced ease. Without sparing another glance, he turns and strides away, his steps calm, unhurried—like nothing had happened. Like this wasn’t even worth his time.
Silence lingers in the aftermath, heavy and suffocating.
From his seat, Lee Soobin watches everything unfold, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Slowly, he rises, his expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor as he approaches the lifeless body.
Fixing the buttons of his coat, he lets out a chuckle, tilting his head slightly.
Lee Soobin
I warned you, didn’t I?
*His voice is smooth, taunting*
Lee Soobin
But you… you chose your own death.
*He crouches slightly, gazing down at the body with amusement*
Lee Soobin
Shame, really. It would’ve been fun to watch him kill you properly
*He clicks his tongue, straightening up*
Lee Soobin
But you’re lucky. You died far too quickly.
End The Very First Chapter
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The night had fallen into a veil of darkness, its shadows stretching far and wide. The city breathed in silence, but the low hum of approaching engines shattered the stillness. A fleet of sleek, black BMWs sliced through the night—vehicles that only the Mafia dared to claim as their own.
At the forefront, a dominant car led the convoy, its polished exterior gleaming under the dim streetlights. Behind it, three more followed in perfect formation, their presence as ominous as the men inside. Like silent reapers in the dead of night, they moved in slow synchronization, ensuring absolute security.
As the grand iron gates of an opulent villa swung open, the lead car rolled in with effortless authority. Its tires crunched against the gravel path, cutting through the pristine garden before coming to a halt. The air around it buzzed with an unspoken warning—someone powerful had arrived.
The lead car came to a commanding halt in front of the grand villa, its presence alone asserting dominance over the others. As the doors swung open with a sharp, deliberate motion, the first thing to emerge was a pair of polished leather shoes—belonging to none other than the most powerful man in the convoy.
Stepping out with an air of absolute authority, his gaze swept across the surroundings, scanning every inch with sharp precision. There was no rush in his movements—only calculated control, the kind that sent an unspoken warning to anyone watching.
The moment his presence filled the space, the heavy silence inside the villa broke. A man hurried out from within, his face pale with unease, as if the very arrival of this figure had unsettled him. He approached carefully, lowering his head in deference before speaking in a cautious tone.
Jung Hoseok
"Young Master is in his room."
Inside the grand villa, the entire living hall exuded an air of wealth and power, every inch of its luxurious interior reflecting dominance. But Kim Taehyung barely spared it a glance. His sharp eyes swept across the space, not in admiration, but in assessment—calculating, scanning. He wasn’t here for the extravagance. He was here for him.
Without hesitation, he strode forward, his presence heavy, demanding. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face as he ascended the grand staircase, his gaze locked onto a single destination—the front room upstairs.
The air grew heavier with each step, his movements controlled yet brimming with an unspoken storm. Dressed entirely in black, his figure blended into the darkness, except for the deadly fire burning in his eyes.
Standing before the door, his jaw clenched. He knew what awaited inside. Knew the frustration clawing at his chest wouldn’t settle until he had released it all—until he was in front of him. Until he claimed what was his.
There was no turning back.
As the door swung open, the sight before him shattered his rage in an instant.
Whatever fury had burned within him vanished like smoke, replaced by something far more dangerous—an eerie, knowing smile curling at his lips. It wasn’t warmth. It wasn’t relief. It was *deadly.*
His dark eyes glowed with something raw, something untamed. Possession. Control. A hunger that refused to be denied.
And there, right in front of him, was the very reason he had come. The only thing that mattered. The only thing he was here to *take.*
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Inside the dimly lit room, Taehyung enters, his presence commanding yet affectionate. The moment Jungkook spots him, a bright, innocent smile spreads across his face.
Kim Jungkook
Daddy, you're back! I was waiting for you!
*Jungkook chirps, his voice laced with cuteness*
Without hesitation, he runs into Taehyung's arms, wrapping himself around his neck.
Kim Taehyung
Yes, my baby, I'm back. My bratty baby.
*soft voice*
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook's waist and plants a soft kiss on his cheek, making Jungkook giggle happily. Jungkook's fingers start playing with Taehyung's collar button as he pouts playfully
Kim Jungkook
You know, Daddy, I was waiting for you for too long!
*pout while saying*
Taehyung chuckles softly, his voice warm yet teasing.
Kim Taehyung
Really? And what were you waiting for, Kookie? You seem upset with me.
Kim Taehyung
But do you know something, Kook? Just being cute won't save you this time, because I'm going to punish you.
Kim Jungkook
*Jungkook's eyes widen in confusion, his voice soft and innocent*
What did I do, Daddy? Why are you punishing me?
A dark glint flashes in Taehyung's eyes as he tightens his grip around Jungkook's waist, a smirk curving his lips. Without warning, he lands a firm spank on Jungkook's ass, making him gasp
Kim Taehyung
I'll show you exactly what you've done wrong, Kookie... but on the bed,
*Taehyung growls, his voice laced with dominance*
Before Jungkook can react, Taehyung lifts him effortlessly into his arms, carrying him toward the bedroom. As they reach the bed, Taehyung loosens his tie, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's flushed face.
Jungkook instinctively wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, clinging to him tightly.
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