Taehyung's pov

The night was thick with tension, the city lights casting long shadows as I moved silently through the narrow alleyway. I was on the hunt tonight, not for some petty rival or small-time thug, but for one of my own. A man who’d forgotten his place, who thought he could play both sides without consequence. Hunter.

He was a good soldier once—loyal, reliable. But greed is a powerful thing, and it had gotten the better of him. He’d been sniffing around in places he shouldn’t have, whispering in the wrong ears. And in my world, that was a death sentence.

I spotted him up ahead, standing with his back to me, completely unaware that his time was up. He was alone, probably thinking he was safe in the darkness, hidden from view. But there’s no hiding from me. Not when I’ve made up my mind.

My footsteps were silent as I approached, my hand slipping into my coat to retrieve the blade I always carried. I moved up behind him, close enough to feel the tension radiating from his body. Then, with deliberate calm, I placed my hand on his shoulder.

Hunter stiffened instantly, his body going rigid as he realized who was standing behind him. I could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest, his breath catching in his throat.

"Enjoying the view, Hunter?" I asked, my voice low, dangerous, and casually lethal. "It’s a beautiful night to be out and about, don’t you think?"

He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. I could feel the fear rolling off him in waves, but he tried to keep his composure, to mask the terror that was creeping into his bones.

I tightened my grip on his shoulder, leaning in closer so that my breath ghosted over his ear. "I’ve been hearing some interesting things lately. Seems like you’ve been sniffing around places you don’t belong. Digging up dirt that doesn’t concern you."

Hunter swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to find his voice. "I—I can explain, boss. It’s not what it looks like—"

"Is that so?" I cut him off, my tone deceptively calm, the kind of calm that only comes before a storm. "Then explain to me why our enemies seem to know every move I make before I make it. Why they seem to be just one step ahead of us. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"

His breath hitched, and I could feel him trembling under my hand. He knew there was no escape, no talking his way out of this. But he still tried, the desperation in his voice clear. "I didn’t mean to, boss. It was a mistake. I didn’t—"

"Mistake?" I repeated, my voice cold, unforgiving. "There are no mistakes in this business, Hunter. Only decisions. And you made the wrong one."

Before he could utter another word, I moved with lethal precision. My hand that was still in my coat whipped out the pocket knife, the blade catching the dim light as I brought it up to his throat. In one swift, practiced motion, I drew the blade across his skin, just deep enough to make him freeze in terror but not deep enough to kill—yet.

He gasped, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts as the cold steel pressed against his flesh. "No one crosses me, Hunter," I whispered, my voice a deadly promise. "No one."

He barely had time to process what was happening before I pushed him forward, spinning him around so that he was facing me. The knife was still in my hand, the tip just brushing against his chest as I looked into his eyes—eyes wide with fear, pleading for mercy he wasn’t going to get.

"You should’ve known better," I said, my tone laced with disappointment. "I don’t tolerate betrayal. Not from anyone. You gave our enemies a glimpse into my world, and now you’re going to pay the price."

I didn’t wait for him to respond. With a swift, brutal motion, I drove the knife into his abdomen, the blade sinking deep as I twisted it, savoring the way his eyes widened in shock and pain. He choked out a strangled breath, his body going limp as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his wound as the life bled out of him.

I crouched down beside him, wiping the blade clean on his shirt before slipping it back into my coat. "Remember this, Hunter," I said, my voice calm, almost gentle. "No one messes with me and lives to tell the tale."

With that, I stood up, leaving him to die alone in the cold, dark alley. There was no remorse, no second thoughts. This was the way of my world—a world where betrayal was met with swift, merciless retribution.

The sound of his dying breaths fading into the night, I felt nothing. No guilt, no sorrow. Just the satisfaction of a job well done. After all, this was just another night in my life, another reminder to anyone who dared to cross me. A reminder that in my world, there are no second chances.

As I walked through the dimly lit street, the sound of laughter and a sharp voice caught my attention. It was a voice I knew well—one that had started to infiltrate my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Isabel. My cub.

Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound, my footsteps silent as I approached the source. It led me to a modest apartment building, nothing special. But when I looked up, I found myself staring at a sight that stopped me in my tracks.

There she was, standing on the balcony, cradling a baby in her arms. Her voice, usually so teasing and sharp when she spoke to me, was now soft and warm as she cooed at the child. But even as she tried to comfort the little one, she was shouting into her phone, a mix of tenderness and frustration on her face as she patted the baby’s tiny butt.

My eyes narrowed at the scene, Then my eyes caught sight of the creature at her feet, and my amusement quickly turned into disbelief. A ca- no, calling it a cat was too generous. A scowl tugged at my lips when I realized what it was—a hairless cat, the ugliest damn thing I’d ever seen. The only fur it had was on its ridiculous tail, making it look like some kind of deformed rat. What the hell was she thinking, keeping something like that?

Isabel must’ve felt the same way because she growled at the thing, giving it a look that could’ve killed a lesser being.

“Sphinx, you little terror, don’t you dare!” she scolded, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection. The so-called Sphinx, apparently smart enough to know when it was outmatched, slunk back to a corner of the balcony, sulking. The cat, which she apparently named after a  mythical creature.

She crouched down, glaring at the cat like they were having some kind of silent showdown. “Don’t even think about messing with the baby, Sphinx,” she muttered. The cat, eyes on the baby like it was considering its options, inched closer, one cautious paw at a time, looked at the baby with wide, curious eyes before inching closer, as if to feel the child with its paw.

But before it could make contact and get too close, the baby swung its tiny hand in the cat’s direction, startling the poor thing into a hiss and a hurried retreat inside the apartment. Isabel gaped at the whole scene, shaking her head in disbelief.

Isabel stood up, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what just happened. “Great. Just great,” she muttered, then resumed her conversation on the phone, as if balancing a baby and a demonic-looking cat was just another day in her chaotic life.

I leaned against the wall, shaking my head in amusement. She never ceased to amaze me. Just when I thought I’d figured her out, she threw me another curveball.

"You’ve really outdone yourself this time, cub,” I muttered to myself, my tone laced with amusement.

Who would’ve thought that the sharp-tongued woman who flirted with me in the café would be so…domestic? Holding a baby in one hand, scolding her bizarre pet with the other, and somehow managing to handle it all with her unique blend of chaos.

But that was Isabel. A mix of contradictions. Dangerous and sweet, fiery and nurturing, all wrapped up in one confusing, irresistible package. And as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

The baby in her arms gurgled happily, and she smiled down at it, her expression softening in a way I’d never seen before. That smile did something to me—something unsettling. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought away.

“What the hell are you doing, cub?” I muttered under my breath, half-annoyed and half-intrigued by her actions. But even as I questioned it, I knew the answer. She was just being herself, living in her chaotic little world with her ugly-ass cat and that innocent smile that somehow managed to disarm me every damn time.

Isabel finally ended her call, letting out an exasperated sigh before shifting the baby to her other hip. She glanced around, and for a moment, I thought she might spot me. But she didn’t. Instead, she gave the baby one last pat on the butt and headed inside, the cat trailing after her like some obedient servant.

I pushed off the wall, shaking my head with a smirk. “You’re something else, cub,” I murmured to myself, the amusement in my voice undeniable.

“You, My cub, are a walking contradiction,” I said quietly, half to myself. “Sharp as a knife one minute, soft as a kitten the next, and surrounded by… whatever the hell that thing is.”

She was a puzzle I couldn’t quite solve, a riddle that kept pulling me back, no matter how much I tried to stay away.

And maybe that’s why I kept coming back. Because despite her crazy mind and her strange habits—like owning the ugliest cat I’d ever seen—she fascinated me. She was the one person who didn’t fear me, who didn’t shrink away from my presence. She challenged me, made me question things I hadn’t questioned in years.

“Sphinx,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “What a name for that little monster. Only you, cub. Only you.”

I chuckled softly to myself as I walked away, the image of her cradling that baby still fresh in my mind. Yeah, she was crazy, all right. But maybe that’s exactly what made her so damn irresistible, And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to see what she’d do next. Because if tonight was any indication, life with Isabel around was never going to be boring.

Isabel's pov

The past week had been a whirlwind of textbooks, notes, and late-night study sessions. My head felt like it was going to explode from all the information crammed inside. I knew I needed a break, so I took a week off from the cafe to focus on my exams, but now that they were finally over, I was desperate for some fresh air.

I found myself wandering to a small garden near the cafe, a place I often passed by but never really took the time to enjoy. It was quiet here, peaceful. The kind of place where you could lose yourself in your thoughts or escape them entirely.

I settled onto a bench beneath a large oak tree, the sun filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows across the ground. The gentle rustling of the breeze through the branches was soothing, and I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of nature mix with the soft music playing through my headphones.

My mind drifted back to the cafe and, inevitably, to him. The mysterious man with the cold eyes and the sharp, chiseled features who had become a fixture in my thoughts. He hadn’t been to the cafe in a while—around the same time I took my break. It was strange how much I missed his presence, even though I didn’t know his name, his story, or anything beyond the smirk he’d throw my way whenever I flirted with him.

“I wonder what he’s up to,” I mused quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Maybe he finally got tired of me teasing him. Or maybe…” I paused, letting my thoughts drift to the more dangerous, thrilling possibilities. “Maybe he’s off doing something… something dark.”

A small smile tugged at my lips as I imagined him in some secret, shadowy world—a world of danger and intrigue. It was silly, I knew, but I couldn’t help the way my heart raced whenever I thought of him as a character straight out of one of my Mafia books. The thought of him as some kind of secret Mafia boss was as exciting as it was ridiculous. But wasn’t that part of the fun?

I sighed softly, the corners of my lips lifting in a dreamy smile. “I bet he’s just as mysterious in real life as he is in my head,” I murmured. “Probably out there somewhere, plotting something dangerous and thrilling, completely unaware that a girl like me is sitting here, daydreaming about him.”

The thought made me chuckle. It was absurd, really, the way I let my imagination run wild when it came to him. But in a world that could be so unbearable, wasn’t it nice to have a little fantasy to escape to?

I shifted on the bench, pulling my knees up to my chest as I hugged them lightly, the soft breeze playing with the ends of my hair. “Maybe one day he’ll walk back into the cafe, and I’ll get to tease him again. Or maybe… maybe I’ll never see him again.” The thought brought a pang of sadness, which I quickly brushed away.

“Who knows,” I sighed, leaning my head back against the bench, letting the warmth of the sun seep into my skin. “Life is unpredictable, after all. But wherever he is, I hope he’s thinking of me, even if just a little.”

With that, I let myself sink deeper into the moment, allowing the music to wash over me as I basked in the simple pleasure of daydreaming. The world could wait, just for a little while longer, while I indulged in the fantasy of him—my dark, mysterious stranger.

Taehyung's pov

I hadn’t seen her in days, and it was starting to wear on me. The constant meetings, the endless bullshit I had to deal with in my line of work, none of it held my interest like it usually did. All I could think about was that damn girl. My cub. Something about her had gotten under my skin, and after her little show at balcony, I needed to talk to her, maybe even more.

After the chaos of last night, I found myself craving her presence even more. There was something about her that grounded me, that pulled me away from the darkness I lived in, even if only for a few minutes. So, when I walked into the café, I was expecting to find her there, maybe with that cheeky smile and a fresh flirtation on her lips.

But instead, I was greeted by her friend—Maya, was it? The one with the nervous laugh. My mood soured instantly. Isabel wasn’t here.

Maya seemed to sense my irritation, glancing at me warily before blurting out, "She’s not here today… or for the next few days." She paused, her eyes darting to the floor before adding, “You know, your cub.”

My eyes narrowed at her. Cub. How the hell did she know that? My teeth clenched, and I stepped closer, my voice dangerously low. “How do you know that name?” Is she going around and gossiping about me, Us.

Maya shrank back, almost tripping over herself. “She… she didn’t tell me! I just overheard… I heard you say it the other day, that’s all!” She tried to laugh it off, but one look at my face, and she realized it wasn’t working. She quickly scurried into the kitchen, leaving me alone with my irritation.

I huffed, pushing open the café door with more force than necessary and stepping out into the street. My mood darkened further with each step as I turned into an alley, needing to clear my head.

That’s when I saw her—My cub—sitting on a bench in a small garden, completely oblivious to the world around her. She was muttering something under her breath, her focus glued to her phone as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. My irritation started to dissipate, replaced by a curiosity that I couldn’t shake. What was she reading that had her so engrossed?

I moved closer, silently, like a shadow. As I got near, I noticed the way her thighs clenched together, her eyes widening as she glanced around nervously before returning her gaze to her phone. Her cheeks were flushed, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress whatever she was feeling.

What the hell…? My brows furrowed in confusion until I caught a glimpse of the screen. My eyes widened slightly in surprise before a smirk pulled at my lips. She was reading porn—a filthy,  book that clearly had her all worked up.

Well, well, well…

I leaned in closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, and whispered low in her ear, “I didn’t know you were into those kinds of books, little cub.”

She gasped, dropping her phone in shock and whipping around to face me, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. “You—what are you doing here?” she stammered, her face flushed a deep pink.

I leaned back, crossing my arms as I studied her, my smirk widening. “I came looking for you. Imagine my surprise when I find you here, all flustered over some dirty little story.”

Her eyes darted around, trying to find an escape, but there was none. I had her cornered, and we both knew it. She swallowed hard, clearly trying to regain her composure, but failing miserably. “It’s just… it’s just a book,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"Book pr*n" I corrected her, making her shot me a glare.

"It's not" she gasped.

I chuckled darkly, stepping closer, looming over her. “As you say cub. And what exactly was it doing to you, hmm? Seems like it got you all hot and bothered. ” I whispered, my voice dropping to a dangerous, teasing tone.

She gasped, her wide eyes snapping up to meet mine, her face paling as the reality of the situation hit her. I could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out how to talk her way out of this.

“It’s not what you think,” she blurted out, her voice shaky. “It’s just a book, nothing more.”

My smirk deepened, enjoying the way she squirmed under my gaze.

Just a book?

The idea of her denying it, especially after how she’d reacted, was almost laughable. But I wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily.

“As you say,” I drawled, leaning back slightly, giving her just enough space to breathe—barely. “But, I’d be more than happy to let your fantasies come true.” I watched with satisfaction as her face went even paler, her breath catching in her throat. For once, I’d managed to render her completely speechless, and damn, did it feel good.

She stared at me, her lips parting slightly as she tried to find the right words. Finally, she managed to utter a small, breathless,

“No”

That made me chuckle, a low, deep sound that seemed to reverberate through the silence between us. “No?” I echoed, leaning back just enough to look at her fully, my eyes gleaming with amusement. “Perhaps. But you seem to like it.”

Her eyes darted away, but I could see the small, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was embarrassed, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something curious, something intrigued.

“Tell me,” I continued, my voice dropping to a low murmur, “what is it about me that gets under your skin so easily? Is it because I’m exactly like those men in your books? Or is it something more… personal?”

She didn’t answer , and the way her eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—embarrassment, frustration, and something else—only made me push further.

“Come on,” I murmured, leaning in just a bit closer, my breath ghosting over her ear. “You can be honest with me. After all, it’s just us here.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was trying to decide whether to push back or give in. But before she could say anything, I smirked, pulling back and letting the tension hang in the air.

“Besides,” I added, my tone lighter but still teasing, “it’s nice to know I can finally make you quiet, even if just for a moment.”

She shot me a glare, though it lacked any real heat, and I knew I’d hit my mark. For once, I’d managed to get under her skin—really get under it. And as much as she liked to play coy, I could see the effect it had on her, the way her chest rose and fell just a bit faster, the way she bit down on her lower lip, as if trying to hold back a response.

But that was the fun of it. The push and pull. The way she’d challenge me, only for me to find a way to turn the tables. And right now, I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she looked like she might actually take me up on the offer. But then, she shook her head, her stubbornness kicking in. “You… you’re impossible,” she muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Impossible, huh?” I repeated, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you, cub?”

Her silence was all the answer I needed.

“Maybe,” I said, leaning back slightly but still towering over her, my gaze locked on hers. “But you love it, don’t you? You love this game we’re playing.” She opens her mouth and muttered in a small voice.

"You don't know."

“Oh, I think I do. You like the thrill of the unknown, the danger that comes with a man who isn’t afraid to take what he wants. Isn’t that right?”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. I could practically see her mind racing, trying to figure out how to respond, how to regain some control over the situation. But I wasn’t about to let her off that easily.

She didn’t answer, just stared up at me with those wide, innocent eyes that I knew were anything but. And in that moment, I realized that no matter how much I pushed her, she would always push back, and that was what made her so damn irresistible.

“Next time,” I said softly, my voice like velvet, “you might want to be a little more careful about where you indulge in your fantasies. You never know who might be watching.” Her face flushed more, urging me to close the distance and squish those beautiful cheeks of her.

“Well?” I prompted, my voice soft but commanding. “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit?”

She hesitated, then nodded quickly, scooting over to make room for me on the bench. I took my time sitting down beside her, letting the silence stretch between us, thick with unspoken tension.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my eyes locking onto hers. “That depends, cub. What do you want me to do?”

I watched as she swallowed, her eyes darting to her phone before she met my gaze again, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, “I don’t know… but maybe… maybe we could read it together?”

Her words hung in the air between us, a challenge, an invitation. And damn if I wasn’t tempted to take her up on it.

I stared at her, the silence between us heavy and charged with tension. The innocent tilt of her head, the way she bit her lower lip as she waited for my response—it was a stark contrast to the boldness of her words. Read it together? The suggestion was as unexpected as it was tempting.

For a moment, I didn’t say anything, just let my gaze linger on her, taking in the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the slight tremble in her fingers as she clutched her phone. She was nervous, maybe even a little scared, but there was something else in her eyes—anticipation. She was testing me, pushing the boundaries just to see how far I’d go.

I finally let out a low chuckle, leaning in closer, my face just inches from hers. “Read it together, huh?” I echoed, my voice dropping an octave. “That’s a dangerous offer, cub. You sure you’re ready for that?”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. The corner of her lip twitched, almost like she was trying to suppress a smile.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “I want a little danger.” I couldn’t help the slow, predatory smile that spread across my face.

“Well, then,” I said softly, my hand brushing against her knee, the touch light but deliberate. “If that’s what you want, cub… who am I to say no?”

Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. I leaned in even closer, my breath warm against her ear.

“But I’ll warn you,” I murmured, my tone dark and teasing. “Once we start, I’m not stopping until we finish. Together.”

She shivered, and I could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. Her phone slipped from her grasp, landing with a soft thud on the bench between us, but she didn’t seem to notice. All her focus was on me, on the promise behind my words.

I reached down, picking up the phone, my fingers brushing hers as I did. The screen was still open to the book she’d been reading, the words bold and provocative against the bright background. I glanced at it briefly before locking my gaze back on her.

“So, what’s it going to be?” I asked, my voice a low rumble. “Are we doing this or not?”

She hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, before nodding, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice shaky but resolute.

I smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of my lips. “Good choice, cub,” I murmured, shifting my position so that our bodies were even closer, the heat between us almost tangible.

With one hand still on her phone, I slid my other hand to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer until our foreheads nearly touched. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up,” I whispered, my thumb brushing along the nape of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

As I started reading, my voice low and smooth, I watched her reaction closely, the way her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow and quick. I could feel the tension growing between us, thickening the air around us. Every word I spoke seemed to pull her deeper into the moment, her focus entirely on me, on us.

And as I read on, deliberately slower than usual, drawing out each sentence, I knew one thing for sure—this little game of hers had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

Isabel's pov

My heart pounded in my chest, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it. The way he leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, sent shivers down my spine.

I sat there, my heart racing as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. His voice, low and smooth, made every word feel like it was meant just for me.

His nearness was overwhelming. I could feel his heat, his scent—a heady mix of something dark and powerful—that made it difficult to think clearly.

He took the phone from my hand and began to read aloud, his voice smooth and deliberate. The sentences he read were full of erotic tension, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Each word seemed to linger in the air between us, creating an almost tangible connection.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually want to do this,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “Most people wouldn’t.”

His eyes locked onto mine, a predatory glint in them. “Most people don’t know what they want, cub,” he said softly. “But you, you’re different. You know exactly what you want, even if you’re not ready to admit it.”

The way he said it, with such confidence, made my heart skip a beat. I was caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean in closer. I wanted to protest, to make some witty comeback, but his nearness and the intensity of his gaze left me speechless.

“So,” he continued, his tone light but laced with something darker. “ Are we reading this together, or are you going to keep pretending you’re not intrigued?”

I felt my breath hitch as I glanced at the phone. The story was explicit, and the thought of him reading it with me was both thrilling and intimidating. But his challenge was clear, and despite the nervous flutter in my chest, I couldn’t bring myself to back down.

“Yes,” I whispered, almost breathlessly.

He smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that made my pulse race. “Good ,” he murmured, shifting closer. His hand brushed against mine as, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact.

He resumed reading, his voice dropping to a hushed tone that made the words seem even more intimate. As he read, I could feel every nuance of his voice, every inflection, and it was like he was speaking directly to me. His hand was warm against my knee, and every touch, every glance, seemed to heighten the tension between us.

“You know,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to mine as he continued reading, “I never imagined this would be how I’d finally get to spend time with you. But here we are.”

I looked at him, my breath coming in shallow bursts. “You really enjoy playing games, don’t you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that made my insides clench. “I suppose I do. But with you, it’s more than just a game. It’s… fascinating. You’re fascinating.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. His words were unexpected, and the way he looked at me, with that intense gaze, made me feel like I was under a magnifying glass. It was both thrilling and unnerving.

“So,” he said, leaning in even closer, his breath warm against my cheek, “are you enjoying the story so far, or is it more about the company?”

His question was loaded, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me. I tried to muster a playful response, but my voice faltered. “A bit of both, I guess,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Good. Because I intend to make sure you enjoy every moment of this.”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush even more. “I’m sure you will.”

He gave a satisfied nod, his eyes never leaving mine. “Well then, let’s continue. I want to see just how far you’re willing to go with this.”

As he resumed reading, his voice seemed to wrap around me like a cocoon, pulling me deeper into the story and into the moment we were sharing. I was caught between the fantasy of the book and the reality of his presence, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

And as the minutes ticked by, I realized that this was no ordinary encounter. It was a collision of fiction and reality, and with him by my side, it was turning into something far more intense and unforgettable than I had ever imagined.

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