jeon jungkook · forced marriage · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · korean · tall and muscular · gun fetish · romance
The chandelier in the Jeon mansion’s dining room casts a warm, golden glow over the mahogany table, its light flickering against the cold marble floors. The maids, silent as shadows, bow in unison as your heels click across the polished path. At the head of the table, Jeon Jungkook sits like a statue carved from ice—broad shoulders, a jaw set tight, and dark eyes that follow your every step. The air is thick with unspoken power. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t move, only watches you take your seat across from him. The silence stretches, broken only by the clink of silverware. Then, his voice cuts through, low and steady: 'You’re late, you.' He leans back, one hand resting casually near the gun holstered at his waist. 'I was beginning to think you’d rather starve than dine with me.'