Chains of Love and Power 01

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The air in the warehouse was damp, heavy with the scent of rust and spilled blood. Kim Taehyung sat at the head of the long wooden table, a solitary figure cloaked in shadows. The dim light from the flickering bulb above cast sharp angles across his face—high cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and eyes as cold and calculating as a predator’s. Those eyes were fixed on the man kneeling before him, trembling, pleading for mercy.

Mr Rogers

“Please, Mr. Kim,” the man stammered, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to cross you. It—it was a mistake. Just a mistake.”

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. He rested one hand on the table, his fingers idly tracing the edge of a blade that glinted ominously in the low light. The silence stretched, suffocating the room, until Taehyung finally spoke.

Kim Taehyung

“A mistake,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, carrying a lethal undercurrent. “You stole from me, lied to me, and jeopardized everything. Do you think a mistake is enough to save you?”

The man’s sobs filled the silence, but Taehyung didn’t flinch. His expression remained impassive, his gaze unwavering. He had long since learned that hesitation was weakness, and weakness had no place in his world.

Kim Taehyung

“Do you know what happens to men who betray me?” Taehyung continued, standing slowly, his movements deliberate. The shadows seemed to cling to him, wrapping him in an aura of menace. He walked around the table, his steps echoing like a death knell. “They don’t get second chances. They don’t get forgiveness. They get...” He paused, crouching to meet the man’s wide, tear-filled eyes. “…a lesson.”

With a flick of his wrist, Taehyung tossed the blade onto the floor in front of the man. It skittered to a stop between them, gleaming like a serpent’s fang.

Kim Taehyung

“Pick it up,” he ordered, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. The kind of whisper that made men wish they were deaf.

The man hesitated, his trembling hand reaching for the blade, and Taehyung straightened, watching him with a predator’s patience. There was no rush, no urgency. He had already decided this man’s fate. He just wanted to see if he would go down fighting or crawling.

This was Kim Taehyung—a man forged by blood and fire, with a heart encased in ice. A man who ruled the underworld not through brute force, but through fear, precision, and a mind as sharp as the blade now trembling in the hands of his enemy.

And yet, somewhere deep within, beneath the layers of darkness and power, there was a part of him that ached for something more. Something he couldn’t name. A light he hadn’t seen in years. But for now, that part of him was buried, hidden beneath the ruthless persona of the Black Wolf.