The Dark Abyss: Forever Lies Falling Titan

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the darkened sky as rain pounded against the glass walls of the penthouse. The distant rumble of thunder added an eerie weight to the atmosphere, a perfect reflection of the storm that had entered with him. He sat in his usual place, one leg crossed over the other, phone in hand. A brief call—no words, no explanations. Just a silent command before he ended it, his message delivered. Outside, the wind howled through the city, but inside, an even greater tension gripped the room. Everyone had settled into their seats, yet not a single soul could relax. Their gazes fixated on him, wide-eyed, as if he were some unknown entity rather than a man of flesh and blood. His mere presence was foreign, ungraspable—like he was something beyond human. Then, a knock. A quiet click of the backdoor opening. A maid stepped in, pristine and composed despite the raging storm behind her. Her uniform was immaculate, her demeanor professional—yet even she, for a split second, hesitated under the weight of his gaze. Without a word, he lifted his hand, his finger barely moving as he pointed toward the bar. No explanation was needed. She understood instantly. French Irish Champagne. The moment he made his silent demand, the maid bowed slightly and moved to retrieve it, her movements sharp, disciplined. And then, as if triggered by his sheer presence, she turned to the others, taking orders without being told to. The room, already stiff with shock, nearly froze. The level of discipline, the flawless execution of routine—this wasn’t just a well-kept house. This was control. And at the center of it all sat the man himself—the embodiment of order, dominance, and a terrifying kind of elegance that none of them could quite comprehend.

Kim Joo young (De iris)

You shouldn't drink this at least in this state.* said while putting hands at her son's gloves hands*

Kim daewook(Criss Lauren)

I am out of words . You are injured and not resting but doing what is really unbelievable. l doubt that you are really my son* said in a cold voice*

Park Jimin ( lee Valerio)

You didn't even change slightly. * said in amusement*

Kim Seokjin(Criss Lazaro)

You should rest * said in gentle voice *

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*Sipping while his intense gaze is stiffened on someone*

Jeon Jungkook( De Vesper)

*Could feel his heavy gaze and reply back with the same fierceness *

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*chuckle too slightly barely a whisper*

The sharp ring of his phone cut through the tense silence. Without a flicker of urgency, he picked it up, bringing it to his ear. A brief exchange, a curt acknowledgment. Flight departure—40 minutes. Destination—Russia. He lowered the phone, his expression remaining unreadable, as if the news was of no significance. The atmosphere shifted once more. Those present, already struggling to process his return, now found themselves caught in another wave of disbelief. He had just walked out of death’s grip, and now—he was leaving again.

Her arms tightened around him, her grip desperate, as if holding onto him could stop time itself. Her breathing was uneven, her voice lost in the storm of emotions she had buried for years. She had barely begun to care for him, to dream of a bond that had never existed—yet here he was, slipping away once again. Leaving without a glance, without a second thought. But he stood there, unmoved. Unbothered. Her warmth, her sorrow, her silent plea—none of it reached him. She was everything to him once, yet now, she was nothing more than another presence in the room. A presence that did not matter. Slowly, he raised his hands. Not to hold her back, not to comfort her. But to remove her grip.

His hands pried her arms away with ease, his touch neither rough nor gentle—just indifferent. The moment she loosened her grip, he turned, his dark brown eyes locking onto her. Irritation flickered across his face, subtle yet suffocating. His gaze, cold and razor-sharp, held the weight of something unspeakable—bloodshed, chaos, an unrelenting storm brewing behind his unreadable expression. The air in the room turned suffocating. Everyone felt it. That stare. It was like standing beneath a raging thunderstorm, knowing that at any moment, the lightning could strike. His presence alone carried the weight of carnage, his mere irritation enough to make them feel as though they were standing on the edge of a battlefield. No one dared to breathe too loud. No one dared to move. Because for the first time, they weren’t just looking at him. They were facing him.

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

Leave or move back. Angle * said in a very whispered dark voice . it was chilling and dangerous at the same time, he was threatening her*

Kim Joo young (De iris)

*Move back subconsciously for the sake of word angle while holding back her tears *

His voice, low and edged with irritation, cut through the thick silence like a blade. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even a command. It was a warning. His mother stiffened, her breath hitching, but his gaze didn’t waver. The irritation in his voice carried something deeper—an unspoken finality, a storm barely restrained. And then he moved. The sheer force of his presence made everyone instinctively step back, but it wasn’t just that. It was the way he carried himself, the way the weight of his annoyance settled into the air, pressing against their chests like a physical force. For a moment, it felt as if the very walls had leaned away from him. No one spoke. No one dared to. Because in that instant, they realized—he wasn’t just a man returning from war. He was the war.

His gaze swept across the room one last time—a single glance, sharp and unfeeling, that sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Then, without another second wasted, he turned and walked away. The sound of his footsteps faded, swallowed by the storm outside. And then—ROAR. The engine of his car ignited, tearing through the night like a beast unleashed, defying the violent winds and relentless rain. Lightning split the sky at that very moment, illuminating the world in a flash of white before plunging it back into darkness. And just like that—he was gone.

Jeon Dodohee(De lrina)

He is the most cruel or hard man ,l ever saw. * said in cold voice*

Jeon Song Kang(De Ruslan)

He was irritated to see a bunch of people . He didn't even ask us if we should leave and there he himself left* said in aloof voice with sigh*

Park Jimin ( lee Valerio)

He is an open book so easy to read yet difficult to understand * said in a chilling voice and gets up and leaves*

Jeon Jungkook( De Vesper)

Interesting puzzle though * said in rough voice , barely a whisper and he also left *

The Jeons silently rose from their seats, exchanging brief glances before heading toward the door. There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. One by one, the others followed, their faces still carrying the weight of what had just unfolded. The air remained thick with tension, the echoes of his presence lingering even after he had disappeared into the storm. As the last person stepped out, the house fell into a haunting silence—emptier than before, as if a void had been carved into its very walls.

One of the men stepped forward, his voice firm yet cautious. "The flight is delayed. We’ll move tomorrow." Silence. For a moment, the rain was the only sound between them. The storm raged on, wind howling against the airport structures, but he remained motionless, unfazed. His dark eyes flickered slightly—annoyance, calculation, or perhaps something more dangerous. But he said nothing. With a slow nod, he turned away. The mission would wait. But his patience? That was a different story.

As his car sliced through the rain, headlights blurred against the storm, he saw them—two sleek black cars approaching from the opposite direction. Even through the downpour, the insignia on their license plates was unmistakable. The Jeons and the Kims. For a fleeting moment, their worlds collided. The cars passed each other in the storm’s cold embrace, and in that instant, Kim, seated in the front car, recognized the truth. In those two silent vehicles was their last descendant. A living ghost. A force they had once believed lost to time and tragedy. The realization hit like a slow-burning fire. Two minutes passed, but the weight of that moment lingered thickly in the air. Then—without warning—the low growl of an engine roared back to life. KTH spun his wheel sharply, sending his car into a perfect drift, tires slicing through the rain-slicked asphalt. The vehicle danced with lethal precision, a cold, calculated display of skill—one that was as much a warning as it was a spectacle. The Jeon and Kim cars slowed for a heartbeat, their passengers silently witnessing the message written in every controlled movement. He wasn’t running. He never had been. And as quickly as he’d returned, KTH straightened the wheel and vanished into the storm once more, leaving nothing behind but the echo of his presence.

Kim Joo young (De iris)

He was Taehyung, right. * said in cold voice*

Kim daewook(Criss Lauren)

Yeah , but now he vanished.* said in rough voice*

Kim Joo young (De iris)

Hmmm, he behaves like he doesn't remember us * said in aloof voice while closing her eyes*

While in KTH car the silence was calm . People sitting there are well known for his behaviour

？？？

You didn't change . Well where are we going ? * said in cold voice*

Ravil Chernov

You are testing his patience * said in rough and deep voice*

Mikhail Koldun

He won't run out of patience so quickly. *chuckle*

Roman Demony

Huh . You are right. He is mute * said in an eerie voice*

As he drove back from the airport, the storm raged on, raindrops pelting against the windshield in a relentless rhythm. Inside the car, however, silence reigned—thick, unspoken, yet understood. Seated beside him and in the back were the only three people in the world who knew him. Not as a name feared across nations, not as the ruthless force that could topple empires—but as the boy who once fought for survival in a nameless orphanage. They weren’t just friends. They were his brothers. From the shadows of abandonment, they had built something no power could break. And now, they ruled—an unchallenged force that could shake both Russia and South Korea effortlessly, their reach stretching beyond borders, their existence a silent warning to the world. As the rain streaked down the glass, the car moved like a phantom through the night—four men, a legacy of destruction, and a storm that had only just begun.

The car sliced through the rain, its headlights casting fleeting shadows on the slick pavement. Inside, the low murmur of conversation filled the space—casual, yet laced with the weight of men who never spoke without purpose. But he remained silent. KTH sat in the driver's seat, his dark eyes fixed ahead, thoughts locked away in a place no one could reach. The storm outside mirrored the storm within, yet his face remained unreadable—emotionless, unmoved. After what felt like an eternity, the car slowed to a stop in front of his penthouse. Without a word, he pushed open the door and stepped out, the rain instantly soaking into the fabric of his black coat. The three men followed, their movements synchronized—silent guardians of an unspoken empire. The storm roared above them, but none of them paid it any mind. This was just another night.

One of them exhaled, glancing up at the storm with a rare smirk. "Я люблю дождь... Но этот дождь, с нами всеми вместе — это нечто другое. Связь снова объединена." ("I love the rain... But this rain, with all of us together, is something else. The bond is united once again.")

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*Staring at him *

Mikhail Koldun

*Put a cigar in his mouth*

Roman Demony

* Staring at The *

Just as they were about to step inside, the night’s silence was shattered. KTH paused mid-step, his body tensing for a brief second. Then, a low cough escaped his lips—sharp, restrained. But the moment the blood hit the cold pavement, there was no mistaking it. A dark crimson pool spread beneath him, stark against the rain-washed ground. It wasn’t just a trickle—it was too much. The three men turned instantly, their casual air vanishing in an instant. Yet, KTH merely wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face unreadable. Like nothing had happened.

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

*Again cough slightly*

At first, they didn’t notice. The rain masked everything—the blood mixing with water, the quiet way he tilted his head slightly. Then, a single drop hit the ground. Dark. Thick. Unmistakable. Their eyes snapped up, and what they saw froze them. KTH—Vyre—was standing still, his frame unwavering, but blood dripped from his mouth, a slow trickle seeping from his nose. His breaths were shallow, controlled, but the sight was undeniable. Their gazes darted to the bandages wrapped tightly around his body. Fresh stains of crimson had begun to bloom, soaking through the fabric, proof of wounds that had never fully healed. And yet, despite it all, he didn’t react. No pain, no weakness. Just silence.

Ravil Chernov

Vyre , You are definitely not fine.* said while back hugging him*

Ravil moved first. No hesitation, no words—just a firm back hug, his arms locking around Vyre’s frame as if anchoring him in place. The other two stood frozen for a moment, their tension palpable. They had seen Vyre endure the unimaginable, but this… this was different. Yet, amidst the blood and the pain, he did something unexpected. A faint smile flickered in his eyes—almost imperceptible, yet undeniably there. For the first time in five years, he felt it again. The warmth he had lost.

Roman Demony

Let's go inside and you are wet. l'll make some soup for you . The one you didn't drink for the past 5 years * said in cold voice*

Kim Taehyung (Criss Vyre)

... * staring at all of them *

Suddenly, another cough wracked his body—this time harsher, more violent. A deep, wet sound tore through the silence, and then—blood. A large amount, spilling past his lips, staining the rain-drenched ground. More oozed from his nose, an uncontrollable stream painting a gruesome contrast against his pale skin. His body swayed. For the first time, Vyre gave in. His vision blurred, his limbs felt weightless, and as darkness crept at the edges of his mind, his knees buckled. But before he could hit the ground, strong arms caught him—his brothers, his unbreakable bond. They held him up, but their hearts shattered at the sight. The man who was feared by the world, who never bowed to pain, now lay unconscious in their arms.

Roman Demony

Wake up . Please don't do that .

Mikhail Koldun

Hey , you are unbreakable ...... Vyre .... * said in tensed yet rough voice*

With great difficulty, they lifted him, careful yet urgent. The weight of his body wasn’t the problem—it was the realization that he had finally fallen. The rain poured relentlessly as they carried him inside, their footsteps heavy with tension. His clothes were soaked, the bandages darkening as more blood seeped through. Step by step, they made their way to his bedroom, his unconscious form pressing against them like a lifeless shadow. The man who had carried wars on his shoulders now lay powerless in their arms. They placed him on the bed, his breathing faint but steady. For the first time in years, Vyre was vulnerable.

One of them, voice tight with urgency, muttered, “Use the IV sedation drip. He needs to sleep.” No one questioned it. They knew Vyre—he would wake up and push himself beyond limits again if they didn’t intervene. Quickly, they set up the IV, the needle sliding into his vein with practiced precision. The sedative began to flow, its effect gradual but sure. His body, still tense even in unconsciousness, finally relaxed. For now, he would rest.