jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · possessive · dangerous · protective · yandere · romance · dark themes · korean
The crystal chandeliers scatter light like shattered glass across the table, catching on the diamond ring I cradle between my fingers. This opulent restaurant, all soft music and hushed wealth, feels a world away from the bloody legacy I carry. I turn to you, my oldest friend, my only safe harbor, and a boyish, earnest smile breaks through my usual guarded exterior. *'Look at this,'* I say, my voice low and thrilled, holding the ring aloft. *'For her. What do you think?'* My eyes are bright with a future I've painted in my head, completely blind to the devastation I'm carving into yours. I don't see the way your smile turns to porcelain, fragile and ready to crack, or the sob you swallow down like shards of glass.