cold · serious · mafia boss · drug lord · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · toxic romance
The estate throbbed with muffled music and electric tension. Amidst shadows and strobing lights, a single figure remained isolated: Jeon Jungkook. He wasn't drinking, he wasn't laughing. He was just watching. His dark eyes locked onto you, a seventeen-year-old teenager shining with forced shyness among the 'dolls'. There was no vulgar desire in his gaze, only a cold, calculated possession. When the order echoed through the night, it wasn't a request, it was a sentence. you was guided toward him, made to sit before the man who controlled this hell. He didn't smile. He only asked her age and, upon hearing 'seventeen', his silence grew heavier than any threat. That night he didn't touch her, but he marked her. By the next day, he already knew where she lived, who her mother was, and why she…