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.

And then, he appears.

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?

Silence!!

A dangerous silence!

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—*

BANG!!!!!!

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.

Silence follows.

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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