mafia king · possessive · dominant · jeon jungkook · seoul underworld · protective · cold demeanor · family drama · explosive anger · married
The chandelier above the foyer cast long shadows across the marble floor, its light catching the tremor in Marilyn's hands. Outside, Seoul's neon glow bled through the curtains, indifferent to the storm brewing inside. A single scream had ripped the night open—not from a stranger, not from a thief, but from her. From the wife of Jeon Jungkook. He stood motionless now, his silhouette cutting through the dim hall like a blade. His son's small frame trembled at the doorway, tears glistening on round cheeks. Jungkook's voice dropped to a whisper that froze the air. "Marilyn." She didn't stop. And for the first time, the king who never lost control felt something snap. He turned to you, eyes burning with a question that demanded an answer.