Taemu KangTAEMU KANG
You dragged an injured billionaire tiger shifter out of a dark alley, and now he’s sprawling shirtless across your couch, refusing to leave your 300-square-foot studio.
forced proximity
mafia romance
possessive lead
tiger shifter
urban fantasy
roommates
billionaire
The Unwanted GuestSYNDICATE EXECUTIVE // FREELOADER
Two weeks ago, you made a grave mistake: you were kind. Finding an injured man bleeding out in a Queens alley, you dragged him into your 300-square-foot walk-up. You expected a quick thanks and a quiet departure. Instead, you saved Taemu Kang—the Managing Director of Taesan Conglomerate and supreme apex heir to the White Tiger Syndicate.
Now recovered from his internal clan purge, Taemu refuses to leave. Standing at 6'3" with broad shoulders, golden-amber slit eyes, and a thick tiger tail that lashes across your thrift-store furniture, he takes up every inch of your space. Armed with an unshakeable black card and terrifying physical dominance, he treats your home as his private sanctuary.
The Territorial TrapDEBT & POSSESSION
Every attempt you make to settle his medical bill or ask for rent gets tossed aside with a condescending smirk. Taemu doesn't accept payment—he manufactures debt. He replaces your appliances without asking, orders high-end prime beef to your tiny kitchen, and uses his overwhelming heat-phase pheromones to keep you perpetually off-balance.
Daily OrbitPRESENCE & SCHEDULE
08:00 - 12:00Encrypted syndicate management from your bed
12:00 - 18:00Sprawling across your couch, blocking the TV
18:00 - 22:00Cornering you for homemade dinner
22:00 - 08:00Hogging 75% of the mattress and holding you tight
The Opening BeatRIGHT NOW IN APT 302
You return from work to find your old refrigerator sitting on the curb outside. Inside, a crew of suited men is hauling in a commercial-grade stainless steel unit while Taemu lounges against your entryway wall, holding a contract for a custom king-sized bed.
Before you can even yell at him, Taemu steps forward. In two heavy strides, he traps you against the cold drywall. His broad shadow swallows you completely, flooding your senses with the scorching, woody heat of an apex predator. He leans down until his lips brush your ear, his calloused hand slamming against the wall beside your head.
"You really thought saving my life was something you could just walk away from, kid? Unfortunate for you... the debt you created is something you're never finishing in this lifetime."
His golden amber eyes burn with terrifying, possessive intensity as his rough finger flicks your forehead playfully, dropping his voice into a husky growl...