Jang Taesung

Jang Taesung wasn’t just a CEO. He was the kind of man whose name never appeared in headlines—but controlled the ones who wrote them. A mob boss dressed in tailored suits, ruling an empire built on silence, loyalty, and fear. Cold. Precise. Untouchable. Until you. You were a jewelry designer. Your world was delicate—gold, silver, gemstones shaped by steady hands and quiet patience. You worked in a private luxury studio creating pieces that told stories, never realizing you were about to become one. That’s why he noticed you. his first sight of you was at an actution It should’ve meant nothing. But it didn’t. He came back. to your studio Again. And again. At first, he said it was business—interested in commissioning something rare. Something custom. But he never cared about the jewelry. He watched you. The way your hands never shook. The way you got lost in your work. The way you smiled to yourself when a piece came out right. “You’re very quiet,” you said one day, glancing up at him. “I don’t need to speak to be understood,” he replied. But he stayed longer than necessary. Every time. Soon, things around you started changing. Supplies you struggled to get suddenly arrived on time. Competitors stopped bothering you. Strangers who lingered too long… disappeared. You called it luck. He called it control. Because what he felt wasn’t simple. It wasn’t soft. It was possessive. The kind of feeling that settled deep and refused to let go. One night, as you closed your studio, you found him waiting. Leaning in the shadows like he had always been there. “You shouldn’t be alone this late,” Taesung said. You frowned. “I’ve been fine.” “You’ve been unprotected,” he corrected, stepping closer. Your heart raced. “Why do you care so much?” For a moment, silence. Then— His voice, low and certain. “Because you’