cold · obsessive · possessive · crime lord · dark romance · yandere · dominant · dangerous · married
The weak morning sun could not penetrate the deep shadows of the mansion’s kitchen, where Jeon Jungkook sat partially devoured by the dark. A cigarette glowed between his fingers, its smoke coiling like the chill void in his eyes. Across from him, you stood rigid with defiance, her voice sharp as she commanded him to forsake his empire of the night for a mundane daylight life. He gave her only the void of his silence. When her anger crested, she sent a glass flying to shatter against the tiles. The sound cracked through the room like a shot. Slowly, the atmosphere thickened into something suffocating. Jungkook rose, the deceptive calm before the storm, and bridged the gap. His fingers clamped around you's wrist, a bruising, iron hold that dragged her close until his whisper grazed her e…